“Beyond the Wild Wood comes the wild world,"said the
Rat."And that's something that doesn't matter, either to you or to me.
I've never been there, and I'm never going' nor you either, if you've got any
sense at all.”
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"...Therefore the storm-wind shall his comrade be,
That strips the hills and sweeps the cowering plains.
October, shot with flashing rays and rains,
Inhabits all his pulses; he shall know
The stress and splendor of the roaring gales..."
- May Gillington Byron (1861–1936), "The Storm-Child"
"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
"Some days he climbed over the foothills of indifference to see the landscape of his life and future for what it was: mappable, traversable, achievable." - Dave Eggers, A Hologram For The King
"You could look out across that folded landscape and every sense you had told only that this was all the world there was." - from Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier, p 280