“The sea pokes the horizon like the tongue of a parched man, blue corroded by salt.”
“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”
“The salt of his tears tastes like the sea and I don't see the shore.”
“The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the salt sea.”
“The man was right who said that salt water was a cure for everything...in one of three forms, tears, sweat, or the sea.”
“The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.”