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But I could feel resentment inside me, and I knew it would keep growing until it changed into something far more dangerous.

We swore that we’d die with our boots on. But then, that’s what you do when you drown.

To Ejinar that cannonball was a monster with a will of its own. It showed him what war was: not a battery that exploded and sent matchstick soldiers fleeing, but a dragon that breathed hot fire on his naked heart.

As long as our voiced were in harmony, it didn’t matter that our accents were at war.

We were familiar with the line that separates grief from madness, and we know that sometimes the only way to stay on the right side of it is to scream.

There comes a time in the life of a sailor when he no longer belongs ashore. It’s then that he surrenders to the Pacific, where no land blocks the eye, where sky and ocean mirror each other until above and below have lost their meaning, and the Milky Way looks like the spume of a breaking wave and the globe itself rolls like a boat in the midst of the sinking and heaving surf of that starry sky, and even the sun is nothing but a tiny glowing dot of phosphorescence on the sea of the night.

At times he agreed with Anton: they were united by their silence. If they began articulating their thoughts, they’d feed one another’s insanity and everything would fall apart.

There was plenty for the eye to feast on, but nothing for the soul. He had a hunger for something that no sky could satisfy. Somewhere on the planet there had to be a different kind of light.

War was like sailing. You could learn about clouds, wind direction, and currents, but the sea remained forever unpredictable. All you could do was adapt to it and try to return home alive.

He felt Miss Kristina’s presence like something poisonous and something infinitely sweet mixing together in his blood. Inside him, a lack of willpower and a colossal tension battled it out. He felt both weak and furious at the same time. He went around with his fists clenched, ready to fight, yet what he wanted most of all was to hold and be held.

Contrary to what most people think, weeping isn’t an uncontrollable emotion that spills into tears. It’s the opposite, a channel for feelings, a way to divert them in a healthy direction.

Yes, he was a rock she could cling to. But he was also a rock she could smash herself to pieces against.

No, Captain Madsen, you don’t regret having had a child simply because you lose it. Having a child isn’t a deal you strike with life. As I said: a child is a gift. And what remains after a child is gone is the memory of the years it was allowed to live. Not its death.

Loss was a night that never ended.

No, he hadn’t known anything about children, but now he’d learned something: a child’s mind is open to everything.

But that’s how it is on a sailing ship, and in this respect its journey parallels that of life: simply knowing where you want to go isn’t enough, because life is a windblown voyage, consisting mainly of the detours imposed by alternating calm and storm.

But tonight we danced with the drowned. And they were us.

Life was like one big marching army. Death ran alongside and picked off a soldier here and there, but that didn’t affect the army. Its march continued, and its size didn’t seem to diminish. On the contrary, it grew on into eternity, so that no one was alone in death. Someone else would always follow. That was what counted. Such was the chain of life: unbreakable. But.

With no other choices open to us, we’d turned our gaze seaward. The oceans were our America: they reached farther than any prairie, untamed as on the first day of creation. Nobody owned them.

We don’t sail because the sea is there. We sail because there’s a harbour. We don’t start by heading for distant shores. We seek protection first.

Perhaps the greatest thing you can achieve is to love without demanding anything in return.

Many years ago there lived a man called Laurids Madsen who went up to heaven and came down again thanks to his boots.

Our mother sticks a knife in our heart when we say goodbye on the wharf. And we stick a knife in hers when we go. And that’s how we’re connected: through the hurt we inflict on one another.

He wasn’t physically impotent. So the impotence must lie in his soul. Finding oblivion in a moment’s ecstasy was all he could manage.

An unused conscience is no conscience at all.

Nature was neither fair nor unfair. Those terms belonged to the world of men.

Human beings are afflicted by a need to judge.

That’s the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can’t share it.

Novels are about exploring unexplored territory in the human experience or, at least, drawing new maps of old lands.

Two drowning people can’t save each other. All they can do is drag each other down.