“There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.”

“Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it.”

“...If there's a noise in the woods, and there's nobody around to hear it, is it really a noise?""Of course it is," she replied calmly."How did you reach that conclusion?" Beldin demanded."Because there's no such thing as an empty place, uncle. There are always creatures around --wild animals, mice, insects, birds --and they can all hear.""But what if there weren't? What if the woods are truly empty?""Why waste your time talking about an impossibility?”

“Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. ”

“On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.”

“I have been acutely aware of the noise of the wash. The slow, steady beat of those little waves lapping the shore sounds like the rhythm of an ancient heart. And I know that this place is old, so old time doesn’t matter.”