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“There is no organised encounter group. There is simply a freedom of expression - of feelings and thoughts - on any personally relevant issue.”
― Carl R. Rogers, On Encounter Groups

“Liverpool, surreal. Liverpool, sardonic. Liverpool, battered dignity. Liverpool, flotsam of maritime memory. Liverpool, never quite what it was because everything it does changes what it does. Liverpool, the home of Liverpool. Liverpool, welcoming the world. Liverpool, cutting-edge, keeping pace, dropping anchor. Liverpool, lost. Liverpool, as spontaneous as life itself. Liverpool, born. Liverpool, going to sea. Liverpool, set in its ways, at the end of the line, at the beginning of time, with its back to the land, its feet in the water, its head in the clouds, its heart on its sleeve, hearts in its mouth. Liverpool, its being so cheerful that keeps us going. Liverpool, the first city to rock in Britain. Liverpool, boring people to tears. Liverpool, singing for its supper. Liverpool, a long memory for those who aimed kicks when it was down. Liverpool, eagles become seagulls. Liverpool, working. Liverpool, dreaming. Liverpool, a terminus for down and outs. Liverpool, corrupt. Liverpool, uncompromising. Liverpool, playfulness turned to art, and philosophy, and business. Liverpool, a relatively small provincial city plus hinterland with associated metaphysical space as defined by dramatic moments in history, emotional occasions and general restlessness. Liverpool, the rest of the world rubbing off. Liverpool, occupation hard knocks.”
― Paul Morley, The North

“man acīs cērt saule rokā guļ zvārgulītis bez mēles

un es gaidu kad tajā iespers zibens”
― Knuts Skujenieks

“es gribu dvēseli izdvašot
uz tavas plaukstas

lai akmens kas tev uz krūtīm
pārvēršas zieda drīksnā
lai dangaina taka
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rīt atvērsies cīruļi
upe degs un meklēs krastu
bet vai tavai plaukstai vajadzēs
vēl vienas pasaules nastu?”
― Knuts Skujenieks