This life is a wading pool compared to the ocean call eternity.
Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My DaughterI imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
Everything Is IlluminatedYou see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud.
John Dies at the EndWhat a culture we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of information, and drowning in ignorance.
A Step of FaithI need someone who is willing to watch me brave the ocean and then dare me not to drown.
Maybe Someday