Quotes from George Mackay Brown

The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality.

We never find what we set out hearts on. We ought to be glad of that.

Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.

What is the lost cry in the heart of the earth? I am wounded. I have taken a wound in my flesh. The lips of it will never come together. Fire has been thrust deep in the wound. My flesh is branded.

Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn, and dead, participates - men are no more than 'bits of paper blown on the cold wind . . .

Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.