It's funny, but you never really think much about breathing. Until it's all you ever think about.

Whatever you believe, you need faith to get through the day.

It is hard for me to speak of themes. I like the reader to do that. Otherwise it feels like writing a 3rd grade essay on someone else's work.

For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos. It's just as ready to claim as it is to offer.

Overfishing is an obvious threat to our capacity to feed ourselves.

I can't make something 'useful' to me in a writing sense for a very long time. I don't have any journalistic instinct. And I do keep a journal, but it's neither very revealing nor fruitful for work. Stuff just bubbles up from the swamp later.

Being afreaid proves you're alive and awake.