“And about the table where stood the Dark Man, immovable as a mountain, washed the red waves of slaughter.”

“The flower,’ said Bernard, ‘the red carnation that stood in the vase on the table of the restaurant when we dined together with Percival, is become a six-sided flower; made of six lives.”

Virginia Woolf book The Waves

“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”

Leonardo Da Vinci (1452–1519) Italian Renaissance polymath

“My own room is next the bath room said Bernard it is decerated dark red as I have somber tastes. The bath room has got a tip up bason and a hose thing for washing your head.”

Daisy Ashford book The Young Visiters

“Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?”

Bob Dylan (1941) American singer-songwriter, musician, author, and artist

“The most distant mountains, like himself, just stood there and gazed.”

Sten Nadolny book The Discovery of Slowness

“Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell;
How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years—
The horrible Light-house of Hell!”

McDonald Clarke (1798–1842) American writer

“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?”

George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement

“Oh and the waves are going out
Oh and the waves are coming in
Out of the corner of my eye
I think I see you standing outside
But it's just your shirt
Hanging on the washing line
Waving it's arm as the wind blows by
And it looks so alive
Nice and white
Just like it's climbed right out
of my washing machine…”

Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer

“But no one can eat the flesh of a slaughtered animal without having used the hand of a man as slaughterer. Suppose that we had to kill for ourselves the creatures whose bodies we would fain have upon our table, is there one woman in a hundred who would go to the slaughterhouse to slay the bullock, the calf, the sheep or the pig?”

Annie Besant (1847–1933) British socialist, theosophist, women's rights activist, writer and orator