I read very widely, both non-fiction and fiction, so I don't think there's a single writer who influences me.

Writing is sweat and drudgery most of the time. And you have to love it in order to endure the solitude and the discipline.

Twenty-five years ago nobody knew much about white sharks.

The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future.

Sharks don't target human beings, and they certainly don't hold grudges.

The great fish moved silently through the night water.

Sharks have everything a scientist dreams of. They're beautiful―God, how beautiful they are! They're like an impossibly perfect piece of machinery. They're as graceful as any bird. They're as mysterious as any animal on earth. No one knows for sure how long they live or what impulses―except for hunger―they respond to. There are more than two hundred and fifty species of shark, and everyone is different from every other one.