Dust Quote by James Joyce

“The palace still shook occasionally as the earth rumbled in memory, groaned as if it would deny what had happened. Bars of sunlight cast…

— Robert Jordan

“Shrill flaring gas-jets, dulled and distorted in the fly-blown mirrors that faced them, were ranged round the walls. Greasy reflectors of ribbed tin backed…

— Oscar Wilde

“They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank…

— Susan Hill

“Count yourself fortunate." He made an elegant sweep of his hand toward the sun. "Daylight does not make them turn to ash, but they…

— Lynn Viehl

“Sheets of sleet hurtled themselves against the windows, clattering like the tapping of devilish fingers upon the glass.”

— Carole Lawrence

“The tinker in his burial tree was a wonder to the birds. The vultures that came by day to nose with their hooked beaks…

— Cormac McCarthy

“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

“It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some…

— Charles Dickens

“Cold. Foggy cold. Soaking through fabric, biting into the skin, clutching the bones until flesh crawled. There was no moonlight, only orange, smoky lanterns,…

— Erik Tavares

“There were oil wells everywhere. The soil had been abandoned to dust and lizards, and the backyard of every wind-blistered bungalow in town had…

— Katherine Dunn

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.”

— Aldous Huxley

The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas,…

— Charles Dickens