Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.

Not all beaches are fun and sunscreen.

I’m so sunburned I’m embarrassed, but you can’t tell I’m blushing because I’m sunburned. I’m so ashamed I could just lie on the beach and die.

It looked like we were playing on the beach, … Maybe Gus didn’t have a lot of opportunities to do much.

I’m going to follow this invisible red thread until I find myself again… until I finally figure out… who I’m meant to be.

Bingo. It popped up as being stolen out of Long Beach in 1971.

When Ben came back to me, he said, “Why are you laying with your face in the sand?”I made sure all the laughter was out of me before I rolled over. “I think it helps...

We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

The Fall will always be yours and mine…

I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that was no more bad than...

The most mesmerizing of artists is always like one who was merely drawing in the sand and people came to watch.

Myrtle Beach was a big hurdle for me because of my eye. But I came back and showed I was fine, and that was really like turning the corner for me. I knew I was...

I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself — my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong...

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again…

You know, we queens loathed rain at the beach, small cocks, and reality, I think. In that order.

They killed them with blows to the head and machetes. It is very brutal, the beach would have been covered in blood.

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...

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...

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...

Long Beach is the best. I tell everyone that.

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

Sharks are so sleek and streamlined. I’d make a terrible shark, because my balls are so big and dangly.

What are we going to do, take him to Long Beach or Pasadena?

Does our purpose on Earth directly link to the people whom we end up meeting? Are our relationships and experiences actually the required dots that connect and then lead us to our ultimate destinies?

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for...

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

The condo hotel is a perfect fit for beach people. If they owned a regular condo, they would have had restrictions on how often they could rent it out. With a condo hotel, renting isn’t...

We are young, life is vivacious, life is fun, let’s enjoy it, at the beach with loving sun.

If you’re stuck you could always double up with me at my place. It’s the size of a postage stamp, but the roses are the size of poodles. So it sort of evens out.” -Austin

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

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...

Most people associate reading with laying on the beach. They don’t see that it’s crucial for a democracy!

Walking on the beach like a ventriloquist, I’ll make it sound like the ocean is calling out to you—through a conch shell.

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...

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

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...

Nothing is more romantic than being able to park in a handicapped spot.”

Um…” I mumbled, “We wait.””What? Wait? Do you expect them to just come up here to the beach to get some moonlight?” He sneered as he took another bite of the eagle.

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. just in case anyone up there is listening.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d...

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...

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

Endless ocean, blue water, dreamy sky, tranquil beach, love in the air, mind fly high.

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...

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

…I recall that day on the beach – the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair…