“Sea of stretch'd ground-swells,Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths,Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea,I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases. ”

“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.”

“Love. The wide sea that one word conjures up, all the currents and tides and storms and oily swells of it.”

“You had to be ready for the sea because, if not, then the sea would be ready for you.”

“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.”

“The anchor heaves, the ship swings freeThe sails swell full. To sea, to sea!”