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“If mankind conversed only of the things they understood, half the words might be struck out of the dictionaries.”
― James Fenimore Cooper, Homeward Bound: Or, the Chase, a Tale of the Sea. In Two Volumes. Vol. I

“The mariners all ‘gan work the ropes,
where they were wont to do:
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools -
We were a ghastly crew.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“I have graven it within the hills, and my vengeance upon the dust within the rock.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Every time I yelled my orders through the resurrected wind that howled in the rigging, the Kanaks replied with the only words I ever heard them say in English - "Aye, aye, sir!" - like a chorus responding to a solo. It might sound strange - even reckless - to say that we sailed into the storm with exhilaration, but there's no other word to describe our mood as, utterly drenched, we watched the waves toss around us, sending up huge sheets of flying foam that merged sea and sky. We'd double-robed the flying jib, but soon we had to drop all but the foresail to prevent the mast and rigging from going overboard. I lashed myself to the wheel as the vast waves thundered over us, clearing the deck, from bow to stern, of anything that wasn't strapped down. I stayed there for two days. I could have ordered one of the Kanaks to relieve me every four hours, but I didn't. Not because I didn't trust them, but because I had something to prove to myself. I think they understood that.”
― Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned

“It reminds me of a friend of mine who was very interested in a French philosophy called deconstruction. He advertised to me as one of deconstruction's selling points that deconstruction deconstructs itself. I couldn't help responding, if deconstruction deconstructs itself, why bother reading its long, boring books? Why not go for a jog instead, or reread one of Patrick O'Brian's tremendous tales of the sea?”
― Eric Kaplan

“I must, indeed, have had a sorry taste to be intimate with a blotched wretch like you.”
― Frederick Marryat, Snarleyyow or the Dog Fiend

“Such was the fate of Mr Vanslyperken, who was now seized by the crowd, buffeted, and spit upon, and dragged to the parish pump, there being, fortunately for him, no horse-pond near. After having been well beaten, pelted with mud, his clothes torn off his back, his hat taken away and stamped upon, he was held under the pump and drenched for nearly half-an-hour, until he lay beneath the spout in a state of complete exhaustion”
― Frederick Marryat, Snarleyyow: Or, The Dog Fiend. An Historical Novel, Volume 1

“The old woman was astonished; and having some gin in her cupboard, revived him by administering a small quantity, and, in the course of half-an-hour, Vanslyperken could tell his story; but all the consolation he received from the old beldame was, "Serve you right too, for being such an ass.”
― Frederick Marryat, Snarleyyow or the Dog Fiend

“And, as Vanslyperken recalled his misfortunes, so did his love increase for the animal who was the cause of them. Why so, we cannot tell, except that it has been so from the beginning, is so now, and always will be the case, for the best of all possible reasons--that it is human nature.”
― Frederick Marryat, Snarleyyow or the Dog Fiend

“To his house--to his house--down with it--death to the traitor!" and the loyal mob hastened on, each individual eager to be first to prove his loyalty, by helping himself to Mynheer Krause's goods and chattels.”
― Frederick Marryat, Snarleyyow or the Dog Fiend

“Yes," replied Dick Short.”
― Frederick Marryat, Snarleyyow or the Dog Fiend

“I realized that I'd never thought passed the moment when I stood face to face with him again. I was a skilled sailor. I'd crossed the great oceans, but when it came to this, I felt like a newcomer to the world - not because I didn't know its busy, overcrowded ports, its palm-fringed coasts and wind-lashed rocks, but because I understood so little of my own soul. I could navigate from a chart; I could determine my position using a sextant. I was in an unknown place in the Pacific on a ship with no captain and I could still find my way. But I had no way of mapping my own mind or the course of my life.”
― Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned

“Esta era a diferença: o mar respeitava nossa masculinidade. Os canhões, não.”
― Carsten Jensen, We, the Drowned