Quote by Cormac McCarthy

“Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“Along the Oregon coast an arm of the Pacific shushes softly against rocky shores. Above the waves, dripping silver in the moonlight, old trees,…

— Sheri S. Tepper

“And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense—no—but beach-wise. It begins to…

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

“...is a pale desert of gigantic water-lilies. They sigh one unto the other in that solitude. And stretch towards the heaven their long and…

— Edgar Allan Poe

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

— Adelaide Crapsey

“Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, (Los Angeles) is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.”

— Stephen Vincent Benet

“A trail made of pine needles and thistles leads you into the green darkness. The canopy casts shadows on old oaks and dogwoods, and…

— Kimberly Karalius

“In autumn velvety shawls of maroon and sienna drape hillsides that fold down upon willow-braided streams.”

— Robert Kaplan

“A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.”

— James Joyce

“Beneath the wishbone of her legs, the fox shudders. The moon falls right out of the sky. Fur springs up to cover wounds, its…

— Tina May Hall

“A brisk wind wove through the bushes, twirling the leaves so that their pale undersides fluttered towards the sun. Like children thrust suddenly into…

— Kate Morton

“Any hawk looking down on the orchard's cloistered square, hoping for the titbit of a beetle or a mouse, would see a patterned canopy…

— Jim Crace