“...he is caught by the urgency of departure, as if this island were not good enough.p 133”
“For sailors with a desire for wind, memory is a good port of departure.”
“Maybe he was dead and this island was purgatory from which he could only watch the souls of the more deserving go shuttling past to their various Edens. What is death, after all, but a cessation of involvement with the world, a departure from those you love, and those who love you?”
“For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.”
“The sky was as blue as a stupid postcard, and the islands were as green as islands.”
“My emotions were arrivals and departures, nonstop insignificances speeding through a station.”