Public opinion is a mysterious and invisible power, to which everything must yield. There is nothing more fickle, more vague, or more powerful; yet capricious as it is, it is nevertheless much more often true, reasonable, and just, than we imagine.
Genius, like a thunderstorm, comes up against the wind.
GOD: I own you like I own the caves. THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison. GOD: I made you. I could tame you. THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now. GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you. THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.
A mere nothing suffices — and the lightning strikes.
Fortune rules in all things, and advances and depresses things more out of her own will than right and justice.
Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.
You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eyes, and I'm getting blown away.
Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.
My father was one of those men who sit in a room and you can feel it: the simmer, the sense of some unpredictable force that might, at any moment, break loose, and do something terrible. [Burnside, p. 27]
If you're on a beach and a tsunami hits, you'll drown whether you're a small child or an Olympic swimmer. Some things will go bad no matter how good you are.
The sea can swallow ships, and it can spit out whales like watermelon seeds. It will take what it wants, and it will keep what it has taken, and you may not take away from it what it does not wish to give.
Fate's such a shrewish thing.
Fate is by far the greatest mystery of all.
We are bringing in another threat, which is nature itself. I don't really want to get into specifics too much, but I will say that there is a third uncontrollable, almost undefeatable threat that is going to come in when the characters of the show are at their most vulnerable. It's really going to be something that they have a hard time dealing with.
I've found that any time you go against the people's voice you're going up against a tsunami that will have unbelievable power and implications.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Fate is a quantity very much like TV: an unstoppable narrative, written, produced and directed by somebody else.
Nature will kill you without a minute's thought, and in nastier ways than a crazy guy with agun. It doesn't make her any less beautiful.
Love is the wild card of existence.
