“They walked side by side along the dark beach toward Monterey, where the lights hung, necklace above necklace against the hill. The… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting,… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
