Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

The Right Combination Of Guilt And Machismo Has Sent Many A Fool Out Into The Jungle When He Should Have Stayed Home.

I Have Never Cared About Setting World Records, Or Filling My Boat With Fish, Or, For That Matter, Even Catching Fish. I Go For The Experience Of Spending Six Hours In The Arms Of The Ocean, Never Thinking Of A Single Thing Except Chasing Fish.

The Ocean Has Always Been A Salve To My Soul.

I Ain't No Drinking Man, But Temptation Got The Best Of Me.