Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. – Diane Ackerman
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains. – Diane Ackerman
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. – Diane Ackerman
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. – Diane Ackerman
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers