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Coraline knew that when grown-ups told you something wouldn't hurt it almost always did. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Knew Grownups Told Hurt

In the flat above Coraline's, under the roof, was a crazy old man with a big mustache. He told Coraline that he was training a mouse circus. He wouldn't let anyone see it. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Roof Mustache Flat Crazy

Most of the reefs [around Christmas Island] are dead, most of the corals are dead, overgrown by algae, and most of the fish are smaller than the pencils we use to count them. By Enric Sala Dead Island Christmas Reefs Overgrown

Farther out beyond the reef, where the coral gives way to the true deep, at a certain time of day a tribe of flat silver fish gather in their thousands. To be there is to be surrounded by living shards of light. At a secret signal, all is chaos, a thousand mirrors shattering about him. Then the school speeds to sea and the boy is left in sedate water, a tug and pull of the body as comfortable as sitting in his father's outspread sarong being sung to sleep. By Nayomi Munaweera Farther Reef Deep Coral True

Like tiny islands on the horizon, they can vanish in rough seas. Even in calm weather, their coral gradually erodes, pickled by salt and heat. Yet they form the shoals of a life. Some offer safe lagoons and murmuring trees. Others crawl with pirates and reptiles. Together they connect a self with the mainland and society. Plot their trail and a mercurial past becomes visible. Memories feel geological in their repose, solid and true, the bedrock of consciousness. By Diane Ackerman Horizon Seas Tiny Islands Vanish

The thing was white, and huge, and swollen. Monstrous, thought Coraline, but also miserable. By Neil Gaiman White Huge Swollen Monstrous Coraline

The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale. By Alexander Smith Rare Sea Shore Shells Brought

The Young Wrecker on the Florida Reef, and Reap the Wild Wind, Oliver Griswold's The Florida Keys and the Coral Reef, and McGuane's Ninety-two in the Shade. By Tom Corcoran Reef Florida Wind Oliver Shade

Reef aquariums are definitely the pinnacle of the hobby. By Brian K. Vaughan Reef Hobby Aquariums Pinnacle

Organic life beneath the shoreless wavesWas born and rais'd in Ocean's pearly cavesFirst forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass;These, as successive generations bloom,New powers acquire, and larger limbs assume;Whence countless groups of vegetation spring,And breathing realms of fin, and feet and wing. By Erasmus Darwin Ocean Organic Minute Unseen Mud

The theory which I would offer, is simply, that as the land with the attached reefs subsides very gradually from the action of subterranean causes, the coral-building polypi soon raise again their solid masses to the level of the water: but not so with the land; each inch lost is irreclaimably gone; as the whole gradually sinks, the water gains foot by foot on the shore, till the last and highest peak is finally submerged. By Charles Darwin Land Water Gradually Foot Offer

The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it! By Daniel Dennett Sea Life Juvenile Squirt Wanders

Sometimes Coraline would forget who she was while she was daydreaming that she was exploring the Arctic, or the Amazon rainforest, or darkest Africa, and it was not until someone tapped her on the shoulder or said her name that Coraline would come back from a million miles away with a start, and all in a fraction of a second have to remember who she was, and what her name was, and that she was even there at all. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Arctic Africa Amazon Rainforest

The sea? What's that? By Zlata Filipovic Sea

The coral that grows at the edge of the reef is always the strongest and most colourful because it faces the greatest battering. It's the same if you're called Honeysuckle. I'd have had a totally different life if I'd been called Mary. By Honeysuckle Weeks Battering Coral Grows Edge Reef

Every time you dive, you hope you'll see something new - some new species. Sometimes the ocean gives you a gift, sometimes it doesn't. By James Cameron Dive Species Time Hope Gift

Dolphin's dancingon the wave'sleaping, playinghaving funin the sun By Melissa Ferguson Dolphin Wavesleaping Playinghaving Sun Dancingon

Coraline took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness, where strange voices whispered and distant winds howled. She became certain that there was something in the dark behind her: something very old and very slow. Her heart beat so hard and so loudly she was scared it would burst out of her chest. She closed her eyes against the dark. Eventually By Neil Gaiman Coraline Darkness Howled Deep Breath

And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting the air, and then it made one triumphant, nail-clacking leap onto the center of the tablecloth.Time slowed for Coraline. The white fingers closed around the black key ... By Neil Gaiman Skittering Chittering Rush Coraline Hand

Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins. By Janet Fitch Blueblack Sharpedged Mussels Fingers Moved

Coralie felt something pierce through her, as if she were a fish on a hook, unable to break free. She felt a tie to the stranger, drawn to his every movement. By Alice Hoffman Coralie Hook Unable Free Felt

Ocean is my potion, I need vitamin sea ... By Mishka Ocean Potion Sea Vitamin

the ocean is not blue. By David Danish Blue Ocean

Little cherub of the sea, come and play with me. Come and play with me, dearest cherub of the sea. Please come play with me, In the mad, mad sea. By K. Webster Sea Play Cherub Mad Dearest

alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral By Scott Turow Alter Coral Kocker Hal Streetword

A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean. By Lauren Oliver Buildinh Glistening Ocean String Bright

Why did you draw the chick in the ocean so fat and ugly?" asked a guy in a black tank top."Where?" Kayla said."Right there by the sandcastle. There on the right.""It's not a girl. It's a manatee. By Thomas Pack Ugly Asked Top Draw Chick

Making 'Coraline' was one of the great filmmaking experiences of my life. By Henry Selick Coraline Making Life Great Filmmaking

How do I know you'll keep your word?" asked Coraline."I swear it," said the other mother. "I swear it on my own mother's grave.""Does she have a grave?" asked Coraline."Oh yes," said the other mother. "I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Asked Mother Swear Word

It is so rare to meet with a man outdoors who cherishes a worthy thought in his mind, which is independent of the labor of his hands. Behind every man's busy-ness there should be a level of undisturbed serenity and industry, as within the reef encircling a coral isle there is always an expanse of still water, where the depositions are going on which will finally raise it above the surface. By Henry David Thoreau Mind Hands Man Rare Meet

She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable. By Neil Gaiman Hoped Coraline Uncomfortable Spider Spiders

You had room for four kids sitting or six standing up. It had been a pirate ship, Nemo's Nautilus, and a canoe for the Lenni Lennape among other things. Today the water was maybe three and a half feet deep. She seemed happy to be there, not scared at all. "We call this the Big Rock," I said. "We used to, I mean. When we were kids." "I like it," she said. "Can I see the crayfish? I'm Meg." "I'm David. Sure." She peered down into the can. Time went by and we said nothing. She studied them. Then she straightened up again. "Neat." "I just catch 'em and look at 'em awhile and then let them go." "Do they bite?" "The big ones do. They can't hurt you, though. And the little ones just try to run." "They look like lobsters." "You never saw a crayfish before? By Jack Ketchum Room Sitting Standing Nemo Nautilus

It was as bad as the summer that her mother had taken the training wheels off Coraline's bicycle;but then, back then, in with all the cuts and scrapes (her knees had scabs on top of scabs) she had had a feeling of achievement. She was learning something, doing something she had not known how to do. Now she felt nothing but cold loss. She had failed the ghost children. She had failed her parents. She had failed herself, failed everything. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Scabs Failed Bicycle Back

The Bahamas has mangrove nurseries, coral reefs, shallow sea grass beds, and deep oceanic trenches - all perfect ecosystems for sharks. Photographing multiple shark species in exquisite water was the assignment I had dreamed about from the start. By Brian Skerry Bahamas Nurseries Coral Reefs Shallow

One day I caught four Dolphins, how much I have gazed at these beautiful creatures ... as they changed their hue in twenty varieties of richest arrangement of tints. By John James Audubon Dolphins Creatures Day Caught Gazed

My mother was an oyster, And I'm the pearl. By Leigh Bardugo Oyster Pearl Mother

Coraline had watched all the videos. She was bored with her toys, and she'd read all her books. By Anonymous Coraline Videos Watched Toys Books

She loves the sun and the sea. She is her happiest there. By Helen Barolini Sea Loves Sun Happiest

A few years ago, long after it had been closed, Eli said he saw a girl swimming in it, coming out of the water in a bikini, laughing at her frigthtened boyfriend, seaweed snaking around her. He said she looked like a mermaid.Deenie always pictured it like in one of those books of mythology she used to love, a girl rising from the foam gritted with pearls, mussels, the glitter of the sea. "It looks beautiful", her mother had said once when they were driving by at night, its waters opaline. "It is beautiful. But it makes people sick."To Deenie, it was one of many interesting things that adults said would kill you: Easter lilles, jellyfish, copperhead snakes with their diamond heads, tails bright as sulfur. Don't touch, don't taste, don't get too close.And then, last week. By Megan Abbott Eli Girl Ago Long Closed

The enormous vermilion sun was dropping toward the sea, its reflected glow making a blazing path across the water to the very beach, where the last ripple was spangled with garnets. Otherwise, the sea was periwinkle purple, spilling and whispering and sidling with an easy going prattle of foam round the steeper rocks. By L.m. Boston Sea Beach Garnets Enormous Vermilion

Coraline went over to the window and watched the rain come down. It wasn't the kind of rain you could go out in - it was the other kind, the kind that threw itself down from the sky and splashed where it landed. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Kind Rain Window Watched

This Golden Globe nomination is sweet validation for the years of hard work it took to bring Coraline to life using stop-motion animation with the greatest crew of animators, artists, and technicians I've ever been privileged to work with. I share this nomination with all of them and we all share our thanks to the Hollywood Foreign Press. By Henry Selick Golden Globe Coraline Artists Work

She said, 'You know that I love you.' And, despite herself, Coraline nodded. It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Loves Loved Nodded True

A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! By Epes Sargent Wave Life Ocean Deep Rave

In the ocean, [bioluminescence] is the rule rather than the exception. By Edith Widder Bioluminescence Ocean Exception Rule

I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own. I pick it up, exile that I am, like the purple 'lucky stones' I used to collect with a white ring all the way round, or the shell of a blue mussel with its rainbowy angel's fingernail interior; and in one wash of memory the colors deepen and gleam, the early world draws breath. By Sylvia Plath Vision Sea Clearest Thing Exile

Gradually the mist had lifted, and the sun burst forth, a ball of fire radiating the sky with unnaturally incandescent hues. Coral was reminded of the strident brushwork and wild colours of the Fauvist paintings that filled her mother's gallery, which Coral had always loved. The scene was now set for the show to begin: the drama in which the broad, breath-taking landscapes of Africa were the stage and the animals the actors. By Hannah Fielding Coral Gradually Lifted Hues Mist

Quoth the Ocean, Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land. By Jean Ingelow Dawn Ocean Quoth Clearest Touch

I will be brave, thought Coraline. No, I am brave. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Brave Thought

I watched the enormity of the clouds for several minutes. What I wanted to experience in the water, I realized, was how life of the reef was layered and intertwined. I now had many individual pieces at hand: named images, nouns. How were they related? What were the verbs? Which syntaxes were indigenous to the place? I asked a dozen knowledgeable people. No one was inclined to elaborate- or they didn't know. "Did you see the octopus?" Someone shouted after the dive. Yes, I thought, but who among us knows what it was doing? What else was THERE, just then? WHY? By Barry Lopez Minutes Watched Enormity Clouds Water

We spent afternoons kicking around in the sand, picking through the seaweed for shells, making headdresses of washed-up fishing ropes and hats from Styrofoam cups. Beach rats, we were called.We stopped brushing our hair, and it hung in tangles spun by the salt air. We sprayed Sun-In across our heads and let it turn our hair orange in patches. Our skin peeled, and we didn't much care.We woke up to the feel of sand in our sheets. We covered ourselves in baby oil and iodine and let the sun bake our skin. We smelled like Love's Baby Soft perfume, like summer all year long. We were tanned, with freckles across our noses. By Ilie Ruby Styrofoam Picking Shells Making Cups

He emerged out of the lake, the declining sun drenching him with aureate light, the droplets on his body iridescent in their beams. He walked confidently toward her, almost every inch of his sculptured body exposed in his black swimsuit. Each sharp contour of muscle glistened, each limb unfolded with lithe grace as he approached, his eyes riveted on her. Coral watched spellbound, a yearning surging up within her, eager and expectant. The air around them trembled with infinite anticipation. By Hannah Fielding Lake Light Beams Body Emerged

Ere the dolphin diesIts hues are brightest. Like an infant's breathAre tropic winds before the voice of death. By Fitz-Greene Halleck Ere Brightest Dolphin Diesits Hues

I'm a sun and ocean guy. By Jussie Smollett Guy Sun Ocean

Glass is material sea. By Peter Ackroyd Glass Sea Material

Coral, my love, you are too pure, too innocent, too alive for me," he said slowly, almost carefully. "My world is like a drawing in black and white on a gray canvas, without a single note of color to bring it to life. And now, on this pale and melancholic picture, a red flower has fallen, a warm and scented flower." He sighed. "It's a wonderful contrast, but too vivid ... By Hannah Fielding Coral Love Pure Innocent Slowly

Lacy little green fronds waved up through clear liquid; it reminded me of a forest stream in early spring, just after the ice has melted. I picked up a frond, and as I put it in my mouth, I experienced a moment of cool, pure freshness."What is it?" I asked Jake, enchanted."Mozuku, a special kind of seaweed from Okinawa. You don't think it's slimy?""Slippery, but I love the way it feels in my mouth. By Ruth Reichl Lacy Liquid Spring Melted Mouth

If life were a sea adventure, I knew: I wouldn't be sailor, pirate, or cabin boy but more likely a barnacle clinging to the side of the boat. By Sara Levine Pirate Adventure Knew Sailor Boat

I am convinced, by repeated observation, that marbles, lime-stones, chalks, marls, clays, sand, and almost all terrestrial substances, wherever situated, are full of shells and other spoils of the ocean. By Georges-Louis Leclerc, Comte De Buffon Limestones Chalks Marls Clays Sand

I am an obscure and patient pearl-fisherman who dives into the deepest waters and comes up with empty hands and a blue face. Some fatal attraction draws me down into the abysses of thought, down into those innermost recesses which never cease to fascinate the strong. I shall spend my life gazing at the ocean of art, where others voyage or fight; and from time to time I'll entertain myself by diving for those green and yellow shells that nobody will want. So I shall keep them for myself and cover the walls of my hut with them. By Gustave Flaubert Face Obscure Patient Pearlfisherman Dives

When I would visit my octopus friend, Octavia, at New England aquarium, usually she would look me in the face, flow right over to see me, and flush red with emotion when she took my arms in hers. Often when I'd stroke her she'd turn white beneath my touch, the colour of a relaxed octopus. By Sy Montgomery Octavia England Friend Aquarium Face

within the next fifty years or so "all coral reefs will cease to grow and start to dissolve. By Elizabeth Kolbert Dissolve Fifty Years Coral Reefs

The Ocean's Heart too Smooth - too Blue -To break for you. By Emily Dickinson Smooth Blue Ocean Heart Break

Cats don't have names," it said."No?" said Coraline."No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."There was something irritatingly self-centered about the cat, Coraline decided. As if it were, in its opinion, the only thing in any world or place that could possibly be of any importance.Half of her wanted to be very rude to it; the other half of her wanted to be polite and deferential. The polite half won. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Said Cat Wanted Coraline

the coast, irregular By Jules Verne Irregular Coast

The colors of the underwater rock [are] as pale and delicate as those in the wardrobe of an 18th-century marchioness. By William Manchester Marchioness Rock Colors Underwater Pale

It seemed to Coraline that it was crouching, and staring down at her, as if it were not really a house but only the idea of a house - and the person who had had the idea, she was certain, was not a good person. By Neil Gaiman Coraline House Idea Crouching Person

The turquoise tide shimmered in shades of mermaid tails against the alabaster shore. The By Karen Marie Moning Shore Turquoise Tide Shimmered Shades

Practically the whole world depends on coral reefs, so if the coral reefs get all killed, then the ocean will start going out of whack, and if the ocean goes out of whack, something might happen on land. By Alexander Gould Whack Coral Reefs Ocean Practically

Between the inner and outer beaches, a strand of woods thrived: palms, palmettos, mahogany, figs, and calabash. Coconut palms and fig trees dropped enough fruit to feed the wildlife that swooped by in droves. It was so easy to catch a fish with your bare hands, Tristan and I had made a game of it during our weeks of lovemaking on the warm, supple sand. It truly was paradise. By A. Violet End Palmettos Mahogany Beaches Thrived Calabash

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. By H.p. Lovecraft Blue Green Grey White Smooth

Already in 1915, Sophie Tauber divides the surface of her aquarelle into squares and rectangles which she then juxtaposes horizontally and perpendicularly as Mondrian, Itten and Paul Klee did in the same period, fh). She constructs them as if they were masonry work. The colors are luminous, ranging from the raw yellow to deep red or blue. By Hans Arp Sophie Mondrian Itten Tauber Paul

She stepped toward Anna. "I can get you a night with an accomplished male whore or a virginal schoolboy." Coral's eyes widened and seemed to flame. "Famous libertines or ragpickers off the street. One very special man or ten complete strangers. Dark men, red men, yellow men, men you've only dreamed of in the black of night, lonely in your bed, snug under your covers. Whatever you long for. Whatever you desire. Whatever you crave. You have only to ask me." Anna stared at Coral like a mesmerized mouse before a particularly beautiful snake. By Elizabeth Hoyt Men Stepped Anna Coral Night

I am really a sea creature. Just a mammal that lost its fins. By Kathleen Quinlan Creature Sea Fins Mammal Lost

CORALINE'S STORYTHERE WAS A GIRL HER NAME WAS APPLE. SHE USED TO DANCE A LOT. SHE DANCED AND DANCED UNTIL HER FEET TURND INTO SOSSAJES. THE END. By Neil Gaiman Apple Storythere Girl Coralines Danced

There was a small knothole in one of the boards, and Coraline spent an afternoon dropping pebbles and acorns through the hole and waiting, and counting, until she heard the plop as they hit the water. By Neil Gaiman Coraline Boards Waiting Counting Water

For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Souls Answer Bored Sea

Avoid an unusual and unfamiliar word just as you would a reef. By Julius Caesar Avoid Reef Unusual Unfamiliar Word

The sea waves stirred before methey dashed against the rocksLike a mermaid rising from its depthscurled white sea foam were her locks ... By Giselle V. Steele Locks Sea Waves Stirred Methey

The waves of the Pacific slap the sand between my toes and off in the distance the setting sun coaxes a million diamond-fish to pierce the ocean's surface, stand on their tails, and shimmy. By Logan Ryan Smith Pacific Surface Stand Tails Shimmy

There was wildlife, untouched, a jungle at the border of the sea, never seen by those who floated on the opaque roof. Describing his early experience, in 1936, when a fellow naval officer, Philippe Tailliez, gave him goggles to see below the Mediterranean Sea surface. By Jacques-Yves Cousteau Untouched Sea Wildlife Roof Jungle

Islands are gregarious animals, they decorate the ocean in conveys. By Stella Benson Islands Animals Conveys Gregarious Decorate

The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. By Vera Nazarian Skin Rich Insides Laden Ocean

Holy sea turtles!" - Arabella Valli, The Equinox (Book Two of the Summer Solstice Series) By K.k. Allen Holy Turtles Arabella Valli Equinox

What are you supposed to be?" she asked in Arnesian. "A fish?"Alucard made a noise of mock affront. "Obviously," he said, brandishing the helmet, "I'm a dragon.""Wouldn't it make more sense for you to be a fish?" challenged Lila. "After all, you do live on the sea, and you are rather slippery, and - ""I'm a dragon," he interjected. "You're just not being very imaginative. By Victoria Schwab Arnesian Fish Supposed Asked Alucard

Sometime later the islanders on a little rimward atoll were amazed to find, washed into their little local lagoon, the wave-rocked corpse of a hideous sea monster, all beaks, eyes and tentacles. They were further astonished at its size, since it was rather larger than their village. But their surprise was tiny compared to the huge, stricken expression on the face of the dead monster, which appeared to be have been trampled to death. By Terry Pratchett Find Washed Lagoon Beaks Eyes

Crayfish," I said. I dumped out a tin of water. "Really?" I nodded. "Big ones?" "Not these. You can find them, though." "Can I see?" She dropped down off the bank just like a boy would, not sitting first, just putting her left hand to the ground and vaulting the three-foot drop to the first big stone in the line that led zigzag across the water. She studied the line a moment and then crossed to the Rock. I was impressed. She had no hesitation and her balance was perfect. I made room for her. There was suddenly this fine clean smell sitting next to me. Her eyes were green. She looked around. To all of us back then the Rock was something special. It sat smack in the middle of the deepest part of the brook, the water running clear and fast around it. By Jack Ketchum Crayfish Water Rock Big Line

Pearls are congealed oyster spit. By Margaret Atwood Pearls Spit Congealed Oyster

The trend for rewilding our cities is growing. It's positive, it enlightens, it's widespread, and it helps. We need to retrofit and reimagine cities as planet-friendly citadels. They're our hives and reefs. Sea mussels aren't the only animals living in individual shells that are glued together. By Diane Ackerman Growing Trend Rewilding Cities Positive

Crabs, crabs, crabs. Crabs the size of beach donkeys. By Guy N. Smith Crabs Donkeys Size Beach

I shall be a carrion monster, he whispered into the coral shell of her ear, an organ of women he found unspeakably moving in its soft, whorling vortex, and which always seemed to him an invitation to adventure. He very softly kissed her lobe. By Richard Flanagan Monster Ear Soft Whorling Vortex

A conversation with Miss Zwida would lead me inevitably to talk about seashells, and I cannot decide what attitude to take, whether to pretend absolute ignorance or to call on a remote experience now vague; it is my relationship with my life, consisting of things never concluded and half erased, that the subject of seashells forces me to contemplate; hence the uneasiness that finally puts me to flight. By Italo Calvino Seashells Miss Zwida Vague Life

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free! By Bryan Procter Sea Blue Fresh Free Open

They call me, The Sharkalator By James Patterson Sharkalator Call

The beach has a language of its own, with its undulating ribbons of silt, the imponderable hieroglyphs of bird tracks. The receding waves catch on innumerable holes in the sand. Bubbles form and fade. A new language, with a new alphabet ... By Franny Billingsley Silt Tracks Beach Undulating Ribbons

I've lined my throat with the river bottom's best silt,allowed my fingers to shrivel and be taken for crawfish. I've laced my eyelashes with algae. I blink emerald. I blink sea glass green.I am whatever gleams just under the surface.Scoop at my sparkle. I'll give you nothing but disturbed reflection.Bring your ear to the water and I'll sing you down into my arms. Let me show you how to make your lungs a home for minnows, how to let them flicker like silver in and out of your mouthlike last words,like air. By Saeed Jones Crawfish Lined Throat River Bottom

A multitude of harlequin lifeforms bobbed and twirled and played in the depths of the Atlantic. Pink cucumbers with thorny backs. Algae. Starfish. Annelids with simple brains and a hundred toes. Sponges - like yellow, swollen hands - sucked in water and pushed out oxygen. Most amusing were the mysterious buggers who had no likeness on the previous earth; tiny beasts with exotic exoskeletons engraved with deep grid-like patterns, snails with horns, and slithering plants that looked like magenta weeping willows. By Jake Vander Ark Atlantic Multitude Harlequin Lifeforms Bobbed

Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness. By John Green Barnacles Consciousness Container Ship

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand ... with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time. By Albert Camus Sand Glare Dazzling Red Shallow

My mother use to tell me about the ocean. By Carrie Ryan Ocean Mother