“So exquisitely slopped that he didn't know if he was on land or at sea.”

“Intrepid then, o'er seas and lands he flew:Europe he saw, and Europe saw him too.”

“The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.”

“I didn't know," he whispered. "I didn't know I could love you so much.”

“For the land, the sea is beautiful; for the sea, the land is beautiful!”

“The Nantucketer, he alone resides and riots on the sea; he alone, in Bible language, goes down to it in ships; to and fro ploughing it as his own special plantation. There is his home; there lies his business, which a Noah's flood would not interrupt, though it overwhelmed all the millions in China. He lives on the sea, as prairie cocks in the prairie; he hides among the waves, he climbs them as chamois hunters climb the Alps. For years he knows not the land; so that when he comes to it at last, it smells like another world, more strangely than the moon would to an Earthman. With the landless gull, that at sunset folds her wings and is rocked to sleep between billows; so at nightfall the Nantucketer, out of sight of land, furls his sails, and lays him to his rest, while under his very pillow rush herds of walruses and whales.”