Jaws

by Peter Benchley

I would rein them in and talk to them and determine whether or not their destinations were appropriate.

But he never enjoyed the sensation, for it always made him wonder whether Ellen felt the same stirring when she looked at the tanned, slim young men who so perfectly complemented the long-legged girls.

The past—like a bird long locked in a cage and suddenly released—was flying at her, swirling around her head, showering her with longing.

“I should have brought weights,” said Hooper. Quint said, “You should have brought brains.”

shark. It rose with no apparent effort, an angel of death gliding toward an appointment foreordained.