I seem, in most of these verses, to have but placed a harp in a window, and noted the contrasted airs which wayward winds have played upon the strings.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Prefatory words. "Battle-Pieces" (1866), p. 446, Collected Poems of Herman Melville, ed. Howard P. Vincent (1947).
Describing the composition of his Civil War poetry.)
When the wind carries a cry which is meaningful to human ears, it is simpler to believe the wind shares with us some part of the emotion of Being than that the mysteries of a hurricane's rising murmur reduce to no more than the random collision of insensate molecules.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Narrator, "Advertisement for Myself on the Way Out," Advertisements for Myself, p. 520, Putnam's (1959).)