Out of the water, I am nothing.

Every day of the year where the water is 76, day and night, and the waves roll high, I take my sled, without runners, and coast down the face of the big waves that roll in at Waikiki.

If I am not grotesque, I am nothing.

I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.

I am tired of talk that comes to nothing.

I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing.