“He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at the bottom of the sea...”
“He offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.”
“He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea.”
“Darkness doesn't fall, he thought as he swayed to the radio, it rises up from the bottom of the sea and begins to breathe around us.”
“He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable”
“...to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.”