I don't think there's such a thing as an unprovoked shark attack.

There's nothing in the sea this fish would fear. Other fish run from bigger things. That's their instinct. But this fish doesn't run from anything. He doesn't fear.

The fish was an enemy. It had come upon the community and killed two men, a woman, and a child. The people of Amity would demand the death of the fish. They would need to see it dead before they could feel secure enough to resume their normal lives.

I don't think there is such a thing as pure imagination. I think it's a combination of memory and invention.

You're much more likely to be attacked by lightning or by your own toilet than you are by a shark,

One always talks of surrendering to nature. There is also such a thing as surrendering to the picture.