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

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

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.

The ocean is a supreme metaphor for change. I expect the unexpected but am never fully prepared.

I don't believe there's anything cosmic or divine or morally superior about whales and dolphins or sharks or trees, but I do think that everything that lives is holy and somehow integrated; and on cloudy days I suspect that these extraordinary phenomena, and the hundreds of tiny, modest versions no one hears about, are an ocean, an earth, a Creator, something shaking us by the collar, demanding our attention, our fear, our vigilance, our respect, our help.

Who wants to be reputable? That's for golfers and tycoons with a sleazy past.

Doing nothing is making certain you lose. Which is just gutless.