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“The head of all flower heads is one flower; the sunflower in the sky, that gives the others vivid color stemming from the inside.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones, Mirrors Of The Sun: Finding Reflections Of Light In The Shittiness Of Life

“When one finds oneself in the kind of strange, unsettling circumstances as I presently find myself, it is only natural, after all, to have a few, unusual, vivid dreams.”
― M.D. Elster, Four Kings

“dragonflies circled me, the sun knifing off the brilliant blues and yellows of their bodies.”
― Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich, The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir

“Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Day vivified the city, and we found a rogue path through the dunes down to the beach, the foam edge of teal sea. The whole sky celestial sapphire.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“Seconds slowed and passed before Nicholas's mind's eye like a parade of snails upon the garden path.”
― Raymond E. Feist, The King's Buccaneer

“A world of hot wind and bursting stars”
― J.Y. Yang, The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories

“He is a scrawny broomstick of a boy in dusky shalwar kameez with holes - filthy wild hair, bruised lips, skulking face.”
― Usman Malik, The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories

“The hatch, removed from the top of the works, now afforded a wide hearth in front of them. Standing on this were the Tartarean shapes of the pagan harpooneers, always the whale-ship’s stokers. With huge pronged poles they pitched hissing masses of blubber into the scalding pots, or stirred up the fires beneath, till the snaky flames darted, curling, out of the doors to catch them by the feet. The smoke rolled away in sullen heaps. To every pitch of the ship there was a pitch of the boiling oil, which seemed all eagerness to leap into their faces. Opposite the mouth of the works, on the further side of the wide wooden hearth, was the windlass. This served for a sea-sofa. Here lounged the watch, when not otherwise employed, looking into the red heat of the fire, till their eyes felt scorched in their heads. Their tawny features, now all begrimed with smoke and sweat, their matted beards, and the contrasting barbaric brilliancy of their teeth, all these were strangely revealed in the capricious emblazonings of the works. As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander’s soul.”
― Herman Melville

“He imagines Owens' body dotted with saltwater reservoirs just below the skin. An entire wetland, populated with tiny fish and birds, thriving in his agitation. A species of dwarf crocodile lazing beside an artery.”
― Lisa Lang, Utopian Man

“He made himself comfortable on his back and I climbed him, straddled his face . . . and leaned toward the headboard so I could keep my balance and stay in control, so I wouldn't fall on his nose.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“The snowflakes were spinning, drifting, doing their own drunken pirouettes, illuminated by the headlights of Buzz's truck”
― Jennifer McMahon

“When angels woe for the pittyfullness of a soul,
the great diviner of oneself will cease to exist.
That’s the mortala purpose of the afterlife.”
― D.L. Lewis

“He closes his eyes, but then opens them again a moment later. Then he pushes himself into a sitting position against the headboard, like some kind of sexy phoenix rising from the ashes of the bedclothes.”
― Sarina Bowen , Bombshells

“Jonduri at night was a red how of lanterns, a fume of spoiled drinks,a raucous, too-loud conversation over spicy food”
― F.C. Yee, The Dawn of Yangchen

“Where our words reach the sky, our heart opens. Everything expands in this subtle awareness. Voices need not be heard as they are felt without a sound.”
― Ulonda Faye, Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul

“It had nothing to do with the gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era.
It had only to do with how it felt to be in th wild. With what it was like to walk for miles for no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and desserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets.”
― Cheryl Strayed

“He devoured the fried Cascadura fish, tearing through the crispy skin to the tender meat, then moved on to the macaroni pie, scooping it up with callaloo.”
― Scarlet Ibis James, Scarlet Yearnings: Stories of Love and Desire