George MacKay Quotes
The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality.
In Scotland, when people congregate, they tend to argue and discuss and reason; in Orkney, they tell stories.
Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind.
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
