“The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.”

“Come o'er the sea,Maiden with me,Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows;Seasons may roll,But the true soulBurns the same, where'er it goes.”

“She comes not when noon is on the roses - Too bright is day. She comes not to the soul till it reposes From work and play. But when night is on the hills, and the great voices Roll in from sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me.”

“Everyone who’s born has come from the sea. Your mother’s womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas on eggs. Horses lie in the sea before they’re born. The placenta is the sea. Your blood is the sea continued in your veins. We are the ocean — walking on the land.”

“I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.”

“We need the sea. We need a place to stand and touch and listen - to feel the pusle of the world as the surf rolls in.”