Quote by Georges Bataille

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.

— Margaret Atwood

“Surrounding yourself with a lot of desert is a bit like sitting in quicksand: Sooner or later the water will find you and suck…

— Karen White

“Outside, the wind and rain scribbled foreign letters across the sand, firm and final like a verdict: have spoken. I have said all there…

— Anonymous

“The small sands in that waste was all there was for the wind to move and it moved with a constant migratory seething upon…

— Cormac McCarthy

“We can't stop reading. Compulsively we find ourselves reading significance into dreams (we construct a science upon it); into tea-leaves and the fall of…

— Michael Frayn

“At the dune line, just before the whispering stands of sea oats and dune grass began, the sand was as damp and cold as…

— Anne Rivers Siddons

“The sands are the children’s great resort. They cluster there, like ants: so busy burying their particular friends, and making castles with infinite labour…

— Charles Dickens

“The waters which we spread upon the desert have become blood. Blood upon our land! Behold our desert which could rejoice and blossom; it…

— Frank Herbert

“That week we tried everything to bury our heads in the sand. But the problem remains the same world over; the sand is never…

— Bill Carter

“Stories fill my mind just as sand fills a vase.”

— Christopher CJX Joseph

“There, on the soft sand, a few feet away from our elders, we would sprawl all morning, in a petrified paroxysm of desire, and…

— Vladimir Nabokov