Facts can be turned into art if one is artful enough.
He who lets the sea lull him into a sense of security is in very grave danger.
Communication Was never big in my house. We sat together over dinner, but the only sound you'd hear was crunching and chewing and the little ones asking for more, please. We lived, all boxed up in invisible containers. We hardly knew the people we called sister or father. Jackie and I were the exceptions to that rule.
Man acts from adequate motives relative to his interest, and not on metaphysical speculations.
I don't have regrets, there are only lessons. You learn from them, and you become a better person.
Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, anyone who looks past Tom's wide grin and considers his eyes will find surprisingly deep pools of sorrow. Which is how we know they are brothers, because like Tom, Navidson's eyes share the same water.