Closing Quote by Ursula K. Le Guin

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me...

— Knut Hamsun

I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.

— Knut Hamsun

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly…

— John Millington Synge

I tried to catch some fog. I mist.

— Nikhil Saluja

I hear voices. A shout. A laugh. Clay's laugh. I strained to see through the night. Fog had rolled in from Lake Ontario, but…

— Kelley Armstrong

And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in…

— Joanna Newsom

I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence—everything a little…

— Rick Riordan

I just always had a knack for handling and passing the rock and making things happen.

— Shaun Livingston

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

— Theodore Roethke

About midnight the fog shut down again denser than before. One could almost "stand on it." It continued so for a number of days,…

— Joshua Slocum

When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.

— Steven Wright

So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

— Joni Mitchell