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Bergen, and Oldfield. The
Another Country,
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
It's so mysterious, the land of tears.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Fenwick, sitting down to
We arrived in Ulm just after the honeymoon, the moving there only prolonging it. Having slept that glorious jet-lag sleep right into evening on our first day, we took a walk through the streets of our new city, laughing aloud at our good fortune. How could we be living here?
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
Derby born and bred, mate.
It's a bad place, brother. All ruins and bare rock. Only ever seen it from a distance and it gave me the frights. Something in the air (...) Just feels bad. The Lonak call it Maars Nir-Uhlin Sol, the Place of the Stolen Souls.
Look at this. A barstool, named Sven? Some old Swedish custom, the winter kicks in, weather gets harsh, after a while you find yourself relating to the furniture in ways you didn't expect?
Up the well known creek
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
Flown Raven is the country,"I muttered.
"City slave," he said.
"Farm boy," I shot back.
"I've never even seen a farm."
"Don't trifle me with details.
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
on the outskirts of Johnson
Neverland!" CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I was born in a little place called Inverness, MS.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
In a village of La Mancha,
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.
I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.
Where lies your landmark, seamark, or soul's star?
Of Bloemendaal was said to be one of the most beautiful in Holland. I had never seen it, only the trees at
My Invented Country; it resembles a heart-shaped paradise.
Walla Walla is where I make wine, with Eric Dunham. He and I partnered up on a small project for me. We make pretty good cabernet and syrah.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Fairyland, where dreams can hurt. Somewhere all stories are real, all songs are true. I thought that was a strange thing for the kelda to say ...
The land of embarrassment and breakfast.
All that St. Kilda's gloss, that walk through old oak doors like you belong, effortless: I wanted that. I wanted to lick it off my banged-up fists along with my enemy's blood. This
Lyon is unusual and seems to be exceptionally incompetent at publicising itself. In fact, it doesn't want visitors. It fears discovery.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
People in the land of LaLa look like expensive wax fruit. And they work hard to achieve that look.
the coast, irregular
Palace of Crystal
The snow light flared on brightness. Blue: intense as a midsummer sky, obtained from grinding precious lapis lazuli carried by camel caravan all the way from the mountains of Afghanistan.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
It's all trotters in Sweden, so that's what's always caught my eye.
islanded in a sea of meaningless color,
here in Haven Point.
Passage Vero-Dodat - I started my company on this passage. It feels as much home as it can!
Lake Mary, Florida. He also serves as senior minister of preaching and teaching at Saint Andrew's in Sanford, Florida,
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
The Aravaipa village near Camp Grant. Although Camp
Antarctica. You know, that giant continent at the bottom of the earth that's ruled by penguins and seals.
sand-bar, sorrowful
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
Wotan of Walhalla,
Point north and vok voort.
A flat black bug, that is London.
places, and incidents
My native land, good night!
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
Wales! Where the men are men and the sheep are scared!
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.
On the Jellicoe road
Michigan, with its delicious American name. How lucky one must be to live there.
Massachusetts, which is hard to spell, it is hard not to
A land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Louisiana, the state road maintenance forgot.
Every day I think about where I come from and I am still proud to be who I am: first, a Kabyle from La Castellane, then an Algerian from Marseille, and then a Frenchman.
Isn't this the Eolian? I had heard that this is where pride pays silver and plays golden.
Ireland, Ireland. That cloud in the west, that coming storm.
across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the
In Norway, we have a community of people who prefer to use a version of Norwegian that looks very much like lutefisk: Dug up remains from the garbage heap of history and dressed up to look like a tradition.
the land of their birth; the Urban Areas Act of
The hinterlands. Where the criminals and the carnivals and the concatenating counterfeiters of no morals to speak of make a home.
Immerse yourself in the mesmerising patchwork of flatland invaded by water, desolate roads of industrial obsolescence, and a dark history
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
I thought the whole world was like Lorain.
Before Nubrevna, it had been Dalmotti. Before Dalmotti, it had been Marstok. For centuries, this peninsula had changed hands, and for centuries, no one had ever fully won - or ever fully lost.
territory, but they actually belonged to
Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
Having travelled and lived and worked in many different places, I was keen to come back and settle in Nottingham, partly because my family are here, but also because Nottingham is such a vibrant city.
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
Canada - they won't like me saying this, but it's really like it's a part of Michigan, that area.
Tortall and the Queens Riders!
The town of GUILDFORD, which (taken with its environs) I, who have seen so many, many towns, think the prettiest, and, taken all together, the most agreeable and most happy-looking, that I ever saw in my life.
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion through the morning mist.
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
Let us go somewhere where we can do some genuine, blackguard, poverty-stricken drinking, with no false gingerbread glitter thrown over everything!
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Kelsier said haughtily. "What's this?" "From your brother," Dockson said, pointing at a large map laid across the desk. "It arrived this afternoon in the hollow of a broken table leg that the Canton of Orthodoxy hired Clubs to repair.
Tranquil Ladakh, the northernmost corner of my vast country. Frontier land. So unique. Unforgiving terrain with forgiving people.
I was brought up in industrial south Lancashire, down the cobbled road from where LS Lowry (1887-1976) lived and painted.