Writing Is Sweat And Drudgery Most Of

Look, Chief, You Can't Go Off Half-cocked Looking For Vengeance Against A Fish. That Shark Isn't Evil. It's Not A Murderer. It's Just Obeying Its Own Instincts. Trying To Get Retribution Against A Fish Is Crazy.

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.

Without The Oceans There Would Be No Life On Earth.

There's Nothing In The Sea This Fish Would Fear. Other Fish Run From Bigger Things. That's Their Instinct. But This Fish Doesn't Run From Anything. He Doesn't Fear.

Since Writing Jaws, I've Been Lucky Enough To Do Close To Forty Television Shows About Wildlife In The Oceans, And Yes, I Have Been Attacked By Sea Creatures Once In A While.