"After sunset it’s a black silhouette, a sloppy stain on a panorama of fine cobalt, Naples yellow and cerulean. The horizon disappears and scoters and long-tailed ducks fly just above the water in a silent, resolute line."

"One evening I went down to our live-box to get some fish for the cat and dropped my knife in the water, which made me think about what the island looked like down there where it started - maybe a broad base that lost itself in the long, deserted ocean floor - less and less seaweed, more and more darkness, absolute silence…" —Tove Jansson, Notes from an island

«Each as remote, as space-surronded, as stars in the sky.» . «No ships, no planes, no land, no boundaries, nothing — only the limitless blue of sky and ocean, fusing at times into a single blue bowl. This featureless, cloudless vastness is a great relief, and reverie-inducing — but, like sensory deprivation, somewhat terrifying too. The Vast thrills, as well as terrifies.» [Oliver Sacks, The Island od the Colour-blind]

«Ever and anon I roused myself to listen more acutely to the tune of the sea, and to test the direction of the wind; but all night long the north wind soughed and sighed, saying, ‘It is well, I blow softly; no other wind dares me. Sleep thou, thy boat is safe, the moorings are listless in the calm water.’ For all I cared about was that the wind would stay immovable in the north all night, and thus keep our boat safe.» [R.M. Lockley, Dream Island]