“This island isn't big enough for both of us…so who will swim in eel-infested oceans?”

“You are disoriented. Blackness swims toward you like a school of eels who have just seen something that eels like a lot.”

“He who constantly swims in the ocean loves dry land.”

“Is this love big enough to watch over me?
Big enough to let go of me
Without hurting me,
Like the day I learned to swim?”

“Talking to you is like -- like talking to an eel!"

"No, is it? I've never tried to talk to an eel. Isn't it as waste of time?"

"Not such a waste of time as talking to you!”

“It's a penis," Margo said, "in the same sense that Rhode Island is a state: it may have an illustrious history, but it sure isn't big.”

“They were or they weren't.
On an island or not.
An ocean or not an ocean
Swallowed them up or it didn't.”

“… "You may not see the ocean, but right now we are in the middle of the ocean, and we have to keep swimming.”

“A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.”

“[on buying a private island] Money doesn't buy you happiness, but it buys you a big enough yacht to sail right up to it.”