“Everyone who’s born has come from the sea. Your mother’s womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas on eggs. Horses lie in the sea before they’re born. The placenta is the sea. Your blood is the sea continued in your veins. We are the ocean — walking on the land.”
— Timothy Findley
“My whole life is out here-the whole of my life…I’d come here naked, as a boy-straight from that river out there-throw my clothes on the floor and climb into that loft and lie there dreaming in the hay…All those summer days-scouring the banks of the Avon for smooth, round stones-scaring up ducks and foxes-kingfishers-swallows…somebody’s dog…Oh, God-I want it back. Throwing stones that never reached the other shore. And the games-the games-the games, and all my friends…”
— Timothy Findley
“Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can’t. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.”
— Timothy Findley
“In the dark that followed – Lucy said; “where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place because it was intolerant of rain. Now, we are here in a place where there are no trees and there is only rain. And I intend to leave this place – because it is intolerant of light. Somewhere – there must be somewhere where darkness and light are reconciled. So I am starting a rumour, here and now, of yet another world. I don’t know when it will present itself – I don’t know where it will be. But – as with all those other worlds now past when it is ready, I intend to go there.”
— Timothy Findley
“… too much brooding, not enough doing.”
— Timothy Findley