Quote by William H. Gass

“The glow within the coals reminded him of the dying embers of hapless love.”

— Felix Alexander

“Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of…

— Charles Dickens

“He smelled like smoke and laundered sheets left to dry in the sun.”

— Gabrielle Zevin

“He wanted to replace the use of coal with oil,”

— IP Factly

“He turned away and I turned to him in vivid heat to look on the sun-dried world. The groves and towers were gone. The…

— Jeanette Winterson

“When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into…

— Arthur Golden

“Reliving his degradation had struck some spark in him and it was glowing now like a blown-on coal.”

— Walter Kirn

“It is love's soft breath on life's dark coals that briefly reds the fire.”

— John Holland

“What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a…

— Raymond Chandler

“The coal shed smelled of damp and blackness and of old, crushed forests.”

— Neil Gaiman

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,…

— Elizabeth Enright

“Coals gleamed in the hearth and the air was fragrant with pine branches, frankincense, and lapsang souchong tea. It was New Year’s Day.”

— Neal Stephenson