Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.

The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.

The game is not black and white, the game is grey. If I could tell you everything that's going to happen, it'd be really easy.