| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9d70c57 | Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness. | surf ocean thought | Raymond Chandler | |
| 13efecf | Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn't afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We're off to see the wizard, he shouted. He whooped. His body crouched ready to fly. He shone against the sun. | beaches surf surfing surfs-up sea ocean | Francesca Lia Block |