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“He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at the bottom…

— Anaïs Nin

“His clothes—all black, all finely made—were cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. As if he’d been…

— Sarah J. Maas

“Yours, I presume?" he said in a rich, deeply modulated voice that put her in mind of hot buttered rum on a cold winter…

— Tracy Anne Warren

“All these threads, like the ley-lines he'd read about in his Time-Life history books, converging on the Cicciaro girl, who lay there unaware, a…

— Garth Risk Hallberg

“again, only to groan, tear away from the illuminated buildings, and head into the blackness once more. Each stop was a luminescent island in…

— Christine Evelyn Volker

“In the glittering light I got drunk and reeled through the rooms, And cried, “Cartagena! swamp of unholy loves!” And wept for the Indian…

— Gary Snyder

“...for a moment he seemed to see himself as if in a dreamlike film, surrounded by kindred spirits at the warm center of some…

— James Lasdun

“he came awake like someone struggling to swim to the surface of a lake of laudanum, where the strongest delights were the deepest and…

— Philip Pullman

“He emerged out of the lake, the declining sun drenching him with aureate light, the droplets on his body iridescent in their beams. He…

— Hannah Fielding

“The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed…

— William Shakespeare

“He walked on the Embankment once under a dark red sunset. The red river reflected the red sky, and they both reflected his anger.…

— G.K. Chesterton

... being perpetually charmed by his familiar siren, that is, by his geometry, he neglected to eat and drink and took no care of…

— Plutarch