Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it within us, or we find it not.
It’s very nice, dear. I like the yellow cover. Are you going to get a real job now?
It was a lot of fun to write Sunbaked and spend every day on Pineapple Cay with Nina, Danish, Pansy and the rest of the locals, but boy, am I glad that book is done. I am out of little paper umbrellas to put in my morning coffee. Can’t wait to hear what you think.
I don’t know if I’d say he cast the line like a lariat. If he’s doing it like that, he’s probably doing it wrong. But I like the fishing part.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how many precisely - having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world...Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses...whenever...it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. That is my substitute for pistol and ball.