Quote by C.K. Williams

“We walked back the way we came, and even though it was dark there were no lights burning inside the houses. They were like…

— Glenda Millard

“The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark…

— Cormac McCarthy

“It was amazing how many colors there were, all running into the gutter in a stream: a dozen shades of blue, twenty different reds,…

— Alice Hoffman

“The Negro comes in many colors. Dark. Black. Blacker. Blackest. Blacker than night. Black as hell. Black as tar.”

— James McBride

“The surrounding black night air rushed by me as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and recognize shapes in the black on…

— Peter Jenkins

“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these…

— Cormac McCarthy

“When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in the darkness…

— Cormac McCarthy

“It got dark and the rain-clouded lights of the stores were soaked up by the black street.”

— Raymond Chandler

“Outside, I shivered in a landscape of greys and silvers, the stone walls and cobbles looming pale in the wintry air. The only true…

— Martine Bailey

“The town was sunk in a kind of crystal ball; everyone seemed to be asleep (transcendentally asleep!) no matter if they were walking or…

— Roberto Bolaño

“The storm had caused the power to go out; the streets were buried in a liquid darkness speckled here and there with the light…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“It was getting dark by the time I went out, and nobody who knows the country will need to be told how black is…

— Margaret Oliphant