“ He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and wou… Henryk Sienkiewicz
“ Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation. Raquel Cepeda
“ Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people. Raquel Cepeda
“ You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back. Nalini Singh
“ They glided out of the heat-haze on their camels like specters. There were twenty of them, and they were Tuareg. Their faces were hidden by black veils that left only slits for the eyes, and they wore… Michael Asher
“ More than anything, this place feels familiar. I bury my hands in the hot sand and think about the embodiment of memory or, more specifically, our natural ability to carry the past in our bodies and m… Raquel Cepeda
“ It's a lot like the Wild West out here... just with tea shops instead of saloons. Wild West Sahara, that is. T.K. Naliaka
“ If asked which words one associated with the Sahara, only the most dedicated surrealist might be expected to offer "whale". Eamonn Gearon
