I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.