Lines of gulls standing on glassy blue patches of wet sand.

“day had settled into my bones like wet sand.”

— Barbara Nickless

“If that’s all you’ve got, I’m not too worried,” he taunted me. I dipped my hand in the wet sand, grabbing a handful. I…

— Kristen Day

“The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear…

— Gina Berriault

“So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So…

— James Joyce

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like…

— John Masefield

“Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crabs feast on your flesh. You've feasted on enough…

— George R.R. Martin

First, a poem must be magical, then musical as a sea-gull and it must hold fire as well.

— Jose Garcia Villa

Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with those gone from…

— Richard Bach

Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, “Coming out!” She eased her…

— Nora Roberts

“Gulls, aeroplaning above the chimney pots, were calling that he must talk to Laura about his plans. He needed no telling, for once in…

— Alan Sillitoe

“White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes.…

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild by winter.

— Giorgos Seferis

“Closer at hand, the wheeling gulls were as surly and lackadaisical as the day promised to make most men.”

— Glen Cook

One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various…

— Wallace Stevens

“Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea—wave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing.…

— Harper Fox