" Surfing was like a drug. He huffed at that thought and paddled harder. Almost there. Nope. Not a drug—it was like sex. You spent a lot of time working up to doing it, it was mind-blowingly awesome for a few moments, then it was over and you wanted to do it again. And again. Always good. Even if it wasn’t perfect. Still good. "

― Jennifer Foehner Wells , Fluency (Confluence, #1)