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“Here the vast bed of waters, seamed and scarred into a thousand conflicting channels, burst suddenly into phrensied convulsion-heaving, boiling, hissing-gyrating in gigantic and…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“The rivers that sprang from Hvergelmir streamed into the void. The yeasty venom in them thickened and congealed like slag, and the rivers turned…

— Kevin Crossley-Holland

“We are in front of a fountain, whose jet she seems to be watching. 'Those are your thoughts and mine. Look where they all…

— André Breton

“How can a river that rises in a black forest and discharges in a black sea be celebrated as blue?”

— Tessa de Loo

“Even the early droplets of selfish decisions suggest a direction. Then the little inflecting rivulets come, merging into small brooks and soon into larger…

— Neal A. Maxwell

“Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the…

— Charlotte Brontë

“The river, tonally, does not recede, presenting the same lifeless grey near and far, a depthless plane upon which Schmitt’s dragging oars inscribe parallel…

— John Updike

“Such apparently illogical actions are almost never inspired by a single motive. They spring from an unknown number of threads, perhaps thousands of them,…

— Miklós Bánffy

“An oblong puddle inset in the coarse asphalt; like a fancy footprint filled to the brim with quicksilver; like a spatulate hole through which…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“We shall dive down through black abysses...and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever.”

— H.P. Lovecraft

“WAS THERE STILL SOMETHING MURMURING? WAS IT still the kind murmuring of Plotius, protecting and kind and strong? oh, Plotius, oh, that it might…

— Hermann Broch

“Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers; above me…

— Angela Carter