Boulders Quote by R. Scott Bakker

“The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of…

— Simona Panova

Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,-- Dying hectic of leaves…

— Bayard Taylor

“A warm flow of pain was gradually replacing the ice and wood of the anaesthetic in his thawing, still half-dead, abominably martyred mouth. After…

— Vladimir Nabokov

Tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his [mankind's] ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray…

— Hans Arp

“His stories were not always new, but there was in the telling of them a special kind of magic. His voice could roll like…

— David Eddings

Of all the pulpits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the…

— John Ruskin

“When evening in the Shire was grey his footsteps on the Hill were heard; before the dawn he went away on journey long without…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“Tenderly he drew on his lambswool gloves, and shivered a little; for the breath of that desert blew snell and frore and there seemed…

— E.R. Eddison

“In these silent sunless galleries he'd come to feel that another went before him and each glade he entered seemed just quit by a…

— Cormac McCarthy

Men nowhere, east or west, live yet a natural life, round which the vine clings, and which the elm willingly shadows. Man would desecrate…

— Henry David Thoreau

See him, the gentle Bible beast, / With lacquered hoofs and curling mane, / His wondering journey from the East / Half done, between…

— Edwin Muir

“He had laid his head back until his scalp had contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose…

— Denis Johnson