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

I’m such an L.A. boy, I love hanging out by the beach and throwing some steaks on the grill.

My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.

For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like… for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside...

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

This sea wall is a priority for Mission Beach, and we’re just happy to see something finally being done about it.

I have to at least get a couple weekends in where I can just be on Santa Monica beach or Malibu and just ride the waves.

When Howard Beach occurred — and it was white on black — everyone was upset. This is similar. Somehow because this was black on white, people think it is different. No, it isn’t.

I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I know what it’s like not to have a roof over my head. I live on the beach for a little over three years, raising three of my sons.

The girl I am in love with told me she’s moving on. Should I cry, or go to Jax beach and party? The ocean’s salty enough without my tears.

Calm, gleam of your emerald kingdom raising my spirit beyond for perspective welcomes a smooth adventure with your golden waves of knowledge and wisdom nurturing the life within…never still, never quiet… Your voice calls out...

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature’s simple treasures, life and living need not be so...

I’d rate myself five stars, and those stars would all be fish. My review was of how well I walked on the beach.

We walked along the beach like two coffee lovers. But we weren’t. He was a fish, and I was astonished—not that a fish was walking, but that he didn’t love coffee.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild...

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.