‘You know, he said, that if you hang out long enough on a corner of this coast, sooner or later a sea gull is going to fly over and shit a pot of gold on you.’

-T.Williams

‘The mystery and the possibilities are not in the roots of the grass, nor in the depth of things in the sea; they are in my existence, in my soul. The marvel of existence, almost the terror of it, was flung on me with crushing force by the sea, the sun shining, the distant hills. With all their ponderous weight they made me feel myself: all the time, all the centuries made me feel myself this moment a hundred-fold. I determined that I would endeavor to write what I so long had thought of, and the same evening put down one sentence. There the sentence remained for two years. I tried to carry it on; I hesitated because I could not express it: nor can I now, though in desperation I am throwing these rude stones of thought together, rude as those of the ancient wall.’

-R.Jefferies