This guy could write.
“The sounds that come up/from the harbor of Manhattan at night—/that magnificent and thrilling music/of escape, mystery, and joy,/with the mighty orchestration of the transatlantics,/the hoarse little tugs, the ferryboats and lighters,/those sounds that well up/from the gulf and dark immensity of night/and that pierce the entrails of the listener.” (A Stone, A Leaf, A Door, 70)
“It had come to him when he had smelled the sea-wrack of the harbor, the clean, salt fragrance of the tides, and it was in cool, flowing tides of evening waters and in deserted piers and in the sliding lights of the little tugs. And it had risen to his lips when he had heard the great ships blowing in the gulf of night, or heard exultantly the shattering baugh of their departure as they slid into line and pointed for the sea at noon on Saturday. And it had come to him each time he saw the proud, white breasts of mighty ships, the racing slant and drive of the departing liners, and watched them dwindle and converge into their shape away from piers, black with crowds of cheering people.” (The Web and the Rock, 610)
“Westward, a little to the south, against the darkening bulk of the headland, a long riband of smoke, black and low, told the position of the ship. She was approaching fast, her bulk widened: she had been a dot, a smudge, a shape—a tiny, hardly noticed point in the calm and immense geography of evening. Now she was there, sliding gently in beyond the ancient breakwater, inhabiting and dominating the universe with the presence of her 60,000 tons, so that the vast setting of sky and sea and earth, in which formerly she had been only an inconspicuous but living mark, were now a background for her magnificence.” (Of Time and the River, 903)
“She lay there, an alien presence in those waters; she had the reality of magic, the realty that is so living and magnificent that it seems unreal. She was miraculous and true—as one looked at her, settled like some magic luminosity upon that mournful coast, a strong cry of exultancy rose up in one’s throat: the sight of the ship was as if a man’s mistress had laid her hand upon his loins.” (Of Time and the River, 905)
http://www.thomaswolfe.org/questions/Shipquotes.htm And those are just the ones on ships. Thank you for turning me on to him.