29 Quotes About Atmospheric

The route started at the station. The first of twelve swings. I stepped into a sheet of water and worked my way downhill. It was a poor part of town -small houses and courts with mailboxes full of spiders, mailboxes hanging by one nail, old women inside rolling cigarettes and chewing tobacco and humming to their canaries and watching you, an idiot in the rain.

Roads? Who spoke of roads? We go by the moor and the hills, and tread granite and heather as the Druids did before us.