“I need fire and earth and wind and waves as much as I need food. I’d go mad living in this wired-up, bricked-up, fenced-in concrete street if I didn’t dose myself with fire and weather and earth and sea. My soul would get pale and thin. I don’t want a pale, thin soul.”

Wilcock, Penelope. The Wounds of God. in The Hawk and the Dove Trilogy, Wheaton: Crossway, 2000, chapter 2, p. 174.