"He was an old man who had fished alone in a skiff in the gulf stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish"(Hemingway 9).
"The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes"(Hemingway 13).
"But, he thought, I keep them with precision. Only I have no luck anymore. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day"(Hemingway 32).
"His Sword was as long as a baseball bat and tapered like a rapier and he rose his full length from the water and then re-entered it, smoothly, like a driver and the old man saw the great scythe-blade of his tail go under and the line commenced to race out"(Hemingway 62-63).
"The old man dropped the line and put his foot on it and lifted the harpoon as high as he could and drove it down with all his strength, and more strength he had just summoned, into the fish's side just behind the great chest fin that rose high into the air to the altitude of the man's chest"(Hemingway 93-94).
"The other shark had been in and now came in again with his jaws wide"(Hemingway 113).