If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.
But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of summer, but hot beaches and sunlight are what we yearn for all winter.
I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as it is a violent end and I know the real work hasn’t even started yet.
Old beach houses sometimes don’t have TVs, or you don’t get cellphone reception.
Rich Palm Beach clients all wanted the same kind of different thing.
Sometimes I put on a black scuba suit and go walking on the beach, to relax. If I could, I’d sleep in a scuba suit—on a waterbed. Not that I actually ever get in the ocean. Too many dangerous things in the water, like barracudas, sharks, and of course there are many lawyers here on...
Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.
What are we going to do, take him to Long Beach or Pasadena?
All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.
I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child’s paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in...
Most people new to a city on the ocean would probably go to the beach during the day when there are people around. I, on the other hand, decided to try a midnight swim at the somewhat gamy Santa Monica pier, by myself. That is, until a nearby guard kicked me off the beach for...
Time spent for temporary happiness like movie or outing or weekend on a beach is all synthetic; with shelf life of a day or two. Work for your bigger dreams that should last for whole life. Then movie and beach would seem more interesting, realising that you have done something.
Nothing is more romantic than being able to park in a handicapped spot.”
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once heard their monotone.Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond meThe cold and sparkling silver of the sea –We two will pass through death and ages lengthenBefore you...
My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass in the soft wind. The weather was perfect that summer. No storms. Blue skies and just the right amount of wind every day. The sailors were in heaven.
[During last week’s AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am there was as much talk about who didn’t show up as who did. Favorite son Bill Murray was in Italy filming a movie, while Tiger Woods had cited the tournament’s] bumpy … We have great players here this week, so we’re not going to worry about one...
I don’t sleep naked, because that’s not proper beach etiquette.
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.