"Somewhere between Calabria and Corfu the blue really begins."
"The silence here is like a discernable pulse - the heart-beat of time itself. I am all day on the great rock ; the sea is cold - its chill hurst the back of the throat like iced wine ; but blues as the grave, while the sun is blazing."
"When you have stared at her until she chills you, the human proportions of your world are reasserted suddenly."
"The sea's curious workmanship: bottle-green glass sucked smooth and porous by the waves: vitreous shells: wood stripped and
cleaned, and bark swollen with salt: a bead: sea charcoal, marine skin and reptilian feel: rocks, gnawed and rubbed: sponges, heavy with tears:amber: bone: the sea."