"Look, it's loomin'," said the boatman in a quiet voice. We turned to see the island that was our destination levitate and high white cliffs appear where only a shoreline had been visible before. Astonished, I shouted for the others to look. For several minutes we stared until the island descended, becoming once again a line on the horizon. I later learned that looming is something known to virtually all sailors..."
- John R. Gillis, Islands of the Mind,
"It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
...I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my lungs..."