I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life's hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.
(Ben Hecht (1893-1964), U.S. writer, screenwriter, Charles Macarthur U.S., screenwriter, Edward Chodorov U.S., screenwiter, and Howard Hawks. Swan/Mary Rutledge (Miriam Hopkins), Barbary Coast, as the Flying Cloud sails through the fog toward San Francisco (1935).)
On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Harry Hubbard, in Harlot's Ghost, Omega 1, Random House (1991).
What a fog! Plane been buzzin' around overhead for the last half hour. Must be like trying to find your way through the inside of a cow. I never did see such a country. Even the birds are walkin'.
(Dalton Trumbo (1905-1976), U.S. screenwriter. Victor Fleming. Al Yackey (Ward Bond), A Guy Named Joe, complaining about the weather at the airfield in Scotland (1943).
Adaptation by Frederick Hazlitt Brennan from an original story by Chandler Sprague and David Boehm; original name, James Dalton Trumbo.)
Arrive at New Orleans, a city of ships, steamers, flatboats, rafts, mud, fog, filth, stench, and a mixture of races and tongues. Cholera, "some." [At] Planters' Hotel. Mem:Never get caught in a cheap tavern in a strange city.
(Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822-1893), U.S. president. Diary and Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes: Nineteenth President of the United States, vol. I, p. 239, ed. Charles Richard Williams, The Ohio State Archaeological and Historical Society, 5 vols. (1922-1926), Diary (December 21, 1848).
Written after he became ill at the "miserable" Planters' Hotel.)