"He gave no reply, but regarded me as he would a seal or porpoise thrown up by the waves, that would shortly expire and might then be cut up for food." Chapter I, Page 5

"I had rowed all morning, I had not drunk since the night before, I no lingered cared if he killed me afterwards so long as I had water." Chapter I, Page 6

"For readers reared on travelers' tales, the words desert isle may conjure up a place of soft sands and shady trees where brooks run to quench the castaway's thirst and ripe fruit falls into his hand, where no more is asked of him than to drowse the days away till a ship calls to fetch him home. But the island on which I was cast away was quite another place: a great rocky hill with a flat top, rising sharply from the sea...