Heath

“Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself alone at night, and it is not quick as poetry but rather a gathering web of insinuations which go further than names however shared can go. Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers with no direct appeal to what both may have known. It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of the stone ...”
― Henry Green

“Golden wind of life, why don't you reach us?”
― Odysseas Elytis

“What country, friends, is this?”
― Shakespeare William

“The way things looked before later events made them look different. And this is as much a part of history as the way things actually were.”
― Robert Kee