“It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.”
“The painting was framed in a misty view of sky, sea, and valley.Newt's painting was small, black, and warty.It consisted of scratches made in a black, gummy impasto. The scratches formed a sort of spider's web, and I wondered if they might not be the sticky nets of human futility hung up on a moonless night to dry.”
“A silent dark...as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more...”
“In society’s daylight, black people are invisible. Black people are also invisible at night. Hooray for flashlights!”
“The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.”
“Both read the Bible day and night,But thou read'st black where I read white.”