“Louisville, an hour after dark, is a carpet of gilt thumbtacks below them, with straight, twinkling lines like strings of beads leading out from it. Southeastward now, toward the Tennessee state-line. ("Jane Brown's Body")”
“...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...”
“And her voice is a string of colored beads,Or steps leading into the sea.”
“Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.”
“The shadow by my finger castDivides the future from the past:Before it, sleeps the unborn hour, In darkness, and beyond thy power.Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine:One hour alone is in thy hands,-The NOW on which the shadow stands.”
“Straight is the line of Duty, Curved is the line of Beauty, Follow the straight line, thou shall see. The curved line ever follow thee.”