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“I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.”
Joyce Rachelle“The back door of every tomb opens on a hilltop.”
George MacDonald, Weighed and Wanting“I'm turning you into a girlchasing a butterfly, a she-wolfon a hilltop, & then back into a woman.”
Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch“If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!”
Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic“The marvelous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.”
Helen Keller“Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos were lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armor and shouting 'All Gods are bastards.”
Terry Pratchett“We are here to witness. There is nothing else to do with those mute materials we do not need. Until Larry teaches his stone to talk, until God changes his mind, or until the pagan gods slip back to their hilltop groves, all we can do with the whole inhuman array is watch it.”
Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters“But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people’s heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is withered; and of a people’s dream that died in bloody snow.”
Black Elk, Black Elk speaks: Being the life story of a holy man of the Ogalala Sioux“Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.The wind knew. It was the first of June, but cold gusts bit at the hilltop citadelle as fiercely as deepest winter, shaking the windows with curses and winding through drafty halls with warning whispers. There was no escaping what was to come.”
Mary E. Pearson, The Kiss of Deception“The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.”
Carlos Castañeda, Journey to Ixtlan