… the forest is made of life, of light—but the trees moved with wind and subtle creatures

… I just want to live in a world of mountains, coffee, campfires, cabins, and golden trees, and run around with a camera

… Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories

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Ruins are more beautiful than adorned castles

… My dog does that amazing thing where they just exist and make my whole life better for it

… The ragged cliff has a thousand faces in a thousand hours

… What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence,' he finally told me

… By speaking of greater forces than we can possibly invoke, and by confronting us with greater spans of time than we can possibly envisage, mountains refute our excessive trust in the man-made

… just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go.

… it is how we learn to speak about something that is disappearing as we say its name

…the wind on the sea bore a strange melody of an island that sings

…A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

… it was strange and secret, full of unknown things, magic things perhaps

…Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people

… at no point is art static. There are no rules

… God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk

… of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds

… thoughtful street art is like good fiction

… we shape our buildings, thereafter they shape us

… the sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.