If I were dropped out of a plane into the ocean and told the nearest land was a thousand miles away, I'd still swim. And I'd despise the one who gave up.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Back in my mind, I never, ever wanted to give up swimming; it was something that I would carry on with.
If my critics saw me walking over the Thames they would say it was because I couldn't swim.
I'd go to swim practice, put my face in the water, and I didn't have to talk to anybody. Swimming was like my escape, but it was also like this huge prison because I felt like I had to swim up to people's standards.
One of the unique things is that whether we were out at sea or in the middle of the water tank, a lot of times you just couldn't leave. Especially when we were out at sea.
I don't let myself 'surf' on the Web, or I would probably drown.
Even in high school, I'd tell my mom I was sick of swimming and wanted to try to play golf. She wasn't too happy. She'd say, 'Think about this.' And I'd always end up getting back in the pool.
I never liked going in the ocean.
No one would have crossed the ocean if he could have gotten off the ship in the storm.
Nothing could happen to me in the water that would make me want to go on the beach and fight someone. That's just not how I do things.
If you wish to avoid foreign collision, you had better abandon the ocean.