“Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.”

“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,And the highwayman came riding--Riding--riding--The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.”

“High in the tower, where I sit above the loud complaining of the human sea, I know many souls that toss and whirl and pass, but none there are that intrigue me more than the Souls of White Folk.”

“If you’re insinuating that my personal hygiene is not up to the same high standard as yours you can go suck my galoshes.”

“She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.”

“At midnight the wind in the trees can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.”