Air Quote by Katherine Dunn

From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till…

— Robert Southey

“... Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth,…

— Charles Dickens

“LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as…

— Charles Dickens

[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in…

— Loren Eiseley

“The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its name. The…

— Timothy Findley

There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly,…

— Pablo Neruda

He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the…

— Terry Pratchett

“On the hill there was a poor old tramp wandering about with his stick, in among the carriages. A mass of rags covered his…

— Gustave Flaubert

“The park was a scruffy patch of grass, muddy in winter and dusty in summer, set about with a few dozen trees, a bandstand,…

— Philip Pullman

“Plume" Transfixed to the, by the, on the congruities, who is herself a vanishing point coming to closure — dusky flutter — trilling away…

— Aaron Shurin

“That is the normal succession of things in this part of the world; you can see the various stages all over Scratch Flat. There…

— John Hanson Mitchell

“Flute Notes from a Reedy Pond" Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer, To our bower at the lily root. Overhead the old…

— Sylvia Plath