“Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.”
“Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.”
“I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland.”
“All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.”
“Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down...”
“The slaves were simply turned loose without any property. They were easily recognizable. They were black. They were suddenly free to go exploring.”