“The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.”

“Through his pierced brain the breezes sang Will you drop dead you pig of a sell-out But from the sky as black as the forehead of his fathers no crayfish came to the aid of his lobsters”

“The wind sounds like a silver wire,And from beyond the noon a fireIs pour'd upon the hills, and nigherThe skies stoop down in their desire;And, isled in sudden seas of light,My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,Bursts into blossom in his sight.”

“Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn’t matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.”

“Lady, your beauty is like that drop of a volcano, that pierces hearts of all men, as if its passing through ice.”

“Above us, the moon hangs like a fat blister on the feel of the sky, ready to burst in a spray of viscous white pus"chap 22.”