Quote by Cormac McCarthy

“Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell.”

— 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

“...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

“Where weeds are sown, weeds grow.”

— Jeff Wheeler

“Dogs get howling all down the way. Somewhere a bicycle bell rings. Somewhere else there's a war on. Somewhere else people turn to shadows…

— Tim Winton

“How could the wind be so strong, so far inland, that cyclists coming into the town in the late afternoon looked more like sailors…

— Penelope Fitzgerald

“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

“My brain is a vast, barren, jokeless plain where wolves howl at the moon over rocky overhangs and the wind kicks up twists of…

— Craig Silvey

“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

“Now it’s hard to make out here but your dog has some dewlap, wrinkling on the forehead, the legs are a little long and…

— Joe Ide

“When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers.”

— L.M. Montgomery

“He jerked his head around to look at the dog and it was halfway down the pathway, just behind the lions now, its mouth…

— Stephen King