“Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.”

“The wave does not need to die to become water. She is already water.”

“Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?”

“Why does life carry some people on the crest of the wave while others drown beneath the water?”

“The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.”

“Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.”