“Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.”

“The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

“The sea raises you to your feet. And dead calm.
Strands of light hold your hand. Now you have left
this shore. Now you are in the wind of an invisible sail.”

“Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting ... Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.”

“Unfortunately, I have dedicated my life to researching and recording the sad tale of the Baudelaire Orphans. There is no reason for you to dedicate yourself to such things, and you might instead dedicate yourself to letting this slippery book slip from your hands into a nearby trash receptacle, or deep pit.”

“Don't go getting full of yourself becuase once you do, somebody's going to come and let the wind out of your sails”

“Sit down beat or two
Hold out your hands
Look”

“The time when Russia could be kept out of the world's oceans has gone forever. We shall sail all the world's seas; no force on earth can prevent us.”

“Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.”

“Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind.”