He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean.

The best way to hide a body is to convert it to saltwater and then dump it in the ocean. But whatever you do, do not drink it!

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

Which direction?" Robard asked. "Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.

I stared out at the waves. "Why am I here?" I thought. Finally it came to me. But it was too late. I was a terrible lifeguard.

Each person is a vast territory of undiscovered mystery as nebulous and uncharted as the deepest oceans and expanses of space.

If anyone can overcome a fear for the ocean, you can, little lady. Courage is being scared to death and saddlin' up anyway.

A lake is not an ocean. But my love for you is. And it’s drying up as we speak—or, rather, as we don’t speak.

The waves were choppy, like Chuck Norris' karate hands. The ocean would have been still, if I weren't making love in it.

It is as if we find ourselves on a ship in the middle of the ocean, with the captain making the point that we are free to leave.

Don’t you dare come into my world and tell me what color the ocean is! It’s black. Black as midnight. Black and awful!

.... Blesstheir believing happiness will make them happy;that the ocean is magical, a kingdomwhere we go to be human, and grateful.

This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.

From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.