For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, and they shall live, and he in them still green.
There's a hole in the world like a big black pit who are filled with people who are filled with shit.
Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.
Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.
It is astounding to find that the belly of every black and evil thing is white as snow. And it is saddening to discover how the concealed parts of angels are leprous.
The HISPANIOLA still lay where she had anchored; but, sure enough, there was the Jolly Roger--the black flag of piracy--flying from her peak.
The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.
I stared up at the black chiffon and tried to imagine my eternity. It looked very bleak. Hopefully, insanity would claim me quickly.
To all intents and purposes Roxy was as white as anybody, but the one sixteenth of her which was black outvoted the other fifteen parts and made her a Negro. She was a slave, and salable as such.
I think being condemned to death is the only real distinction," said Mathilde. "It is the only thing which cannot be bought.
The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord, That all the misbelieving and black Horde Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
For her a day of pampering meant comic books, black liquorice, serious exercise, veggie curry and, above all, solitude.
People spot a big black lens, and they worry about what they're doing, or how their hair looks. Nobody see the person holding the camera.
The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you’re going to see it blink black. That’s the moment to start writing.
Love is the gap between the blackness and the emptiness. Of course, there are also times when love isn’t so cheery and gets really dark and lonely.
Don’t kiss in public, unless it’s midnight and you’re both wearing black so nobody can see you’re naked.
The reality of a serious writer is a reality of many voices, some of them belonging to the writer, some of them belonging to the world of readers at large.
This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
I can remember the three restaurant experiences of my childhood. All I wanted to do on my birthday was to go to the Automat in New York... but I don't know if you consider that a real restaurant.
