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...Staying apolitical - by which I mean, not working for policy change that would make life better for everyone and not just those who shed their earthly material belongings - made communes look like a curiosity, a relic.

— No Meat Required by Alicia Kennedy (Page 77)

I would prefer to buy My pens from my local pharmacy than order them on Amazon, because one of these contributes to my neighbourhood and the other union-busts and underpass it's own employees, who've worked hard enough over the years to help founder Jeff Bozos fly to space for some reason. The same principle stands when it comes to food: why would I support massive agricultural and biotech conglomerates who underpay workers and also don't pay the real environmental cost of their pesticide-heavy, monocrop practices instead of supporting my local community?

— No Meat Required by Alicia Kennedy (Page 34)

Down into the earth where dead men go I would go soon and maybe come out of it again in some healthy way, free and innocent of all human perplexity. I would be the chill of an April wind, an essential part of some indominatable river or be personally concerned in the ageless perfection of rank mountain bearing down on the mind by occupying forever a position in the blue distance. Or perhaps a smaller thing like movement in the grass on an unbearable breathless yellow day, some hidden creature going about it's business - I might well be responsible for that or some part of it. Or even those unaccountable distinctions that make an evening recognisable from its own morning, the smells and sounds and sights of the perfected and matured essences of the day, these might not be innocent of my meddling and my abiding presence.

— The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien (Page 164)

Whichever day it was, it was a gentle day - mild, Magical and innocent with great sailings of white cloud serene and impregnable in the high sky, moving along like kingly swans on quiet water. The sun was in the neighbourhood also, distributing his enchantment unobtrusively, colouring the sides of things that were unalive and livening the hearts of living things.

— The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien (Page 156)

We live in a world of such marvels. We should wake up in the morning and as we put on our trousers we should remember the seahorse and we should scream with awe and we should not stop screaming until we fall asleep, and the same the next day, and the next. Each single seahorse contains enough wonder to knock the whole of humanity off its feet, if we would but pay attention.

— The Golden Mole by Katherine Rundell (Page 124)