“They spent pork-barrel money like a tidal-wave sea, but no funds trickled down far enough to reach me. Our books numbered few and were falling apart, and I sat mending pages with a crestfallen heart.”

“...Sometimes one just had to forge on and let the chips fall where they may. After all, we were the ones in the trenches, investing our will, hearts, sweat, and money while the critics spent nothing but words.”

“I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.”

“Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.”

“Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.”

“Although the sky and the sea are very far apart, they still can be together right? Just like you and me.”