When we hold it (amber) in our hands, we hold also that furious epoch where rioted all monsters and poisons, where death fecundated and life destroyed, where superabundance demanded such existences, no souls, but fiercest animal fire - just for that I hate it!
Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford, Alfred Bendixen (1989). “The Amber Gods, and Other Stories”, p.56, Rutgers University Press