I Know Now That The Mythic Monster

The Ocean Is The Only Alien And Potentially Hostile Environment On The Planet Into Which We Tend To Venture Without Thinking About The Animals That Live There, How They Behave, How They Support Themselves, And How They Perceive Us. I Know Of No One Who Would Set Off Into The Jungles Of Malaysia Armed Only With A Bathing Suit, A Tube Of Suntan Cream, And A Book, And Yet That's Precisely How We Approach The Oceans.

Sharks Have Everything A Scientist Dreams Of. They're Beautiful―god, How Beautiful They Are! They're Like An Impossibly Perfect Piece Of Machinery. They're As Graceful As Any Bird. They're As Mysterious As Any Animal On Earth. No One Knows For Sure How Long They Live Or What Impulses―except For Hunger―they Respond To. There Are More Than Two Hundred And Fifty Species Of Shark, And Everyone Is Different From Every Other One.

I Believe Implicitly That Every Young Man In The World Is Fascinated With Either Sharks Or Dinosaurs.

Oceanography Is A Terrific Career Because Gradually We Seem To Be Coming Around To Realize That We Had Better Become As Acquainted With The Seventy Percent Of Our Planet That Is Covered By Water As We Are With The Dark Side Of The Moon.

Look, Chief, You Can't Go Off Half-cocked Looking For Vengeance Against A Fish. That Shark Isn't Evil. It's Not A Murderer. It's Just Obeying Its Own Instincts. Trying To Get Retribution Against A Fish Is Crazy.