“Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.”

“A white linen tableclothedged with pink roses --Mama's favorite pattern --flowed like a bride's trainfrom sidewalk to curb to gutter.Papa stared at black boot markscrossing it like sins.”

“A White RoseThe red rose whispers of passion,And the white rose breathes of love;O the red rose is a falcon,And the white rose is a dove.But I send you a cream-white rosebudWith a flush on its petal tips;For the love that is purest and sweetestHas a kiss of desire on the lips.”

“With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight. ”

“What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins.”

“You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation.”