I Don't Believe In Blaming Inanimate Objects

Twenty-five Years Ago Nobody Knew Much About White Sharks.

You're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat.

The Ocean Is The Only Alien And Potentially Hostile Environment On The Planet Into Which We Tend To Venture Without Thinking About The Animals That Live There, How They Behave, How They Support Themselves, And How They Perceive Us. I Know Of No One Who Would Set Off Into The Jungles Of Malaysia Armed Only With A Bathing Suit, A Tube Of Suntan Cream, And A Book, And Yet That's Precisely How We Approach The Oceans.

Sharks Have Everything A Scientist Dreams Of. They're Beautiful―god, How Beautiful They Are! They're Like An Impossibly Perfect Piece Of Machinery. They're As Graceful As Any Bird. They're As Mysterious As Any Animal On Earth. No One Knows For Sure How Long They Live Or What Impulses―except For Hunger―they Respond To. There Are More Than Two Hundred And Fifty Species Of Shark, And Everyone Is Different From Every Other One.

He Would Have Lied To Himself As Facilely As An Alcoholic Lies To Himself To Justify The 10 A.m. Tumbler Of Vodka : It May Be Early Here, But In Baghdad It's Almost Evening.