As soon as the seal was clear of the water, it reared up and its skin slipped down to the sand. What had been a seal was a white-skinned boy

- George Mackay Brown

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

- George Mackay Brown

In Scotland, when people congregate, they tend to argue and discuss and reason; in Orkney, they tell stories.

- George Mackay Brown

The first few glasses of beer were a revelation; they flushed my veins with happiness; they washed away all cares and shyness and worries. I remember…

- George Mackay Brown

Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.

- George Mackay Brown