I wake up saying, I'm still alive; a miracle. And so I keep on pushing.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.

From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.

For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it.

The future is in the hands of those who explore... and from all the beauty they discover while crossing perpetually receding frontiers, they develop for nature and for humankind an infinite love.

The reason I love the sea I cannot explain - it's physical. When you dive you begin to feel like an angel. It's a liberation of your weight.

The best way to observe a fish is to become a fish.

The sea, the great unifier, is man's only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.

I was playing when I invented the aqualung. I think play is the most serious thing in the world.

People protect what they love.

I’d rather be a hopeless romantic than a skeptic, because while the hopeless romantic may get burned many times, the skeptic will never really experience love.

Every man is worth just so much as the things about which he busies himself.

The child is father to the man.

My family is almost exactly like the one in 'Monsoon Wedding'. We are very open, fairly liberal, loud people.

When I first heard music, I thought it should be very clean, very precise. Something that people could understand, something that was beautiful.

We're not raising grass. We're raising boys.

I think that people get to a certain point in their life and they think that nothing can change.

Determine that today you will overcome your self of the day before, tomorrow you will win over those of lesser skill, and later you will win over those of greater skill.

You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!

I wanted to be free to write the way I wanted to write, and my impression of Christian publishing, at least in fiction, was that there wasn't room for what I wanted to write.