Amber

“A dream-like state enveloped us, days filled with sunlight, the creamy churn of waves as the ship plunged and reared like a mettlesome horse, the flash of silver spray against our faces and, at night, a canopy of white-hot stars in blackness so deep it seemed as if I could stretch out my hand and plunge it wrist-deep into the velvet of it.”
― Suzanne M. Wolfe, The Confessions of X

“Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson