In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.”
Rachel Louise Carson (1907 - 1964)
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“His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.”
Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game, 1943 -
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The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump of emerald
Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931
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When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest woods the thickest and most interminable and, to the citizen, most dismal, swamp.
I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.
Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862
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Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.
Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves, 2000
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To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges.
Barbara Hurd, Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs & Human Imagination, 2001
