Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

Watching that great ship fly up, and up, and up against the night was an awakening, a vivid flash of something like God, something more powerful than nature itself. And it is us. And we know. We who have seen.

If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility. He likes the thought of ships moving over the water, toward another world just out of sight.

Waves crack with wicked fury against me ship's hull while ocean currents rage as the full moon rises o're the sea. (Cutthroat's Omen: A Crimson Dawn)

Standing on the roof at night, beside the golden shipI look across the city and I dream a wild trip.The waves are high, the wind is strong, the moon is white and full.I smell the salt upon the sea, a strong magnetic pull.I shout into the endless dark, awaiting the reply:'Away! Away' It says: 'Away! Now spread your wings and fly.

A war of ideas can no more be won without books than a naval war can be won without ships. Books, like ships, have the toughest armor, the longest cruising range, and mount the most powerful guns.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.