“Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes.”
― Charles Dickens ... See MoreSee Less

“I come in a world of iron... to make a world of gold”
- Cervantes ... See MoreSee Less

"But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
These pleasure's a wayward distraction
This is my one lucky prize"
- Isolation, Joy Division ... See MoreSee Less

“The courthouse clock struck the hour. The sounds blew across a town that was empty, emptier than it had ever been. Over empty streets and empty lots and empty lawns the sound faded.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine ... See MoreSee Less

"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."
- John Muir ... See MoreSee Less

"So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse ... See MoreSee Less

"Fancies are like shadows... you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things."
- L.M. Montgomery ... See MoreSee Less

"But, there were other echoes, from a distance, that rumbled menacingly in the corner all through this space of time."
- A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens ... See MoreSee Less

"Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate."
- Wilfred Owen ... See MoreSee Less

"I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real."
- Hunter S. Thompson , The Rum Diary ... See MoreSee Less

Welcome to today's edition of Name That Close! Who knows which close off the Royal Mile this is? ... See MoreSee Less

"To look over the South Bridge and see the Cowgate below full of crying hawkers, is to view one rank of society from another in the twinkling of an eye."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes ... See MoreSee Less

"Before I arrived in sight of it, all that remained of day was a beamless amber light along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon."
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte ... See MoreSee Less

"There is but one reality: drink."
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo ... See MoreSee Less

"What hath night to do with sleep?"
- John Milton, Paradise Lost ... See MoreSee Less