We have found ways to capture, kill and market ocean wildlife on an unprecedented scale. It's an absolute catastrophe.

With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live.

We need to respect the oceans and take care of them as if our lives depended on it. Because they do.

The oceans deserve our respect and care, but you have to know something before you can care about it.

Our past, our present, and whatever remains of our future, absolutely depend on what we do now.

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

Sharks are beautiful animals, and if you're lucky enough to see lots of them, that means that you're in a healthy ocean. You should be afraid if you are in the ocean and don't see sharks.

Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.

Far and away, the greatest threat to the ocean, and thus to ourselves, is ignorance. But we can do something about that.

I have lots of heroes: anyone and everyone who does whatever they can to leave the natural world better than they found it.

If the sea is sick, we'll feel it. If it dies, we die. Our future and the state of the oceans are one.

How's daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

Someone who managed to navigate the tricky waters between living a life you could be proud of and still delighting in the many things there are to take pleasure in.

The people people have for friends Your common sense appall But the people people marry Are the queerest folk of all.

If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.

You drive the car, you don't carry it.

I throw the ball ninety-two miles an hour, but they hit it back just as hard.

There are two kinds of people in the world—only two kinds. Not black or white, rich or poor, but those either dead in sin or dead to sin.

I have German Shepherds that I train and have brought back to Germany. I love going there.

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.

Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.