“And the wind blows, the dust clouds darken the desert blue, pale sand and red dust drift across the asphalt trails and tumbleweeds fill the arroyos. Good-bye, come again. (p. 34)”
“Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?”
“You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face”
“…she looked like Vivien, the Lady of the Lake, only she was fat and her lake was dust, sand and dust, bones and dust and sand.”
“Do not be dust in the wind, but the wind that creates the dust storm.”
“Gather out of star-dust,Earth-dust,Cloud-dust,Storm-dust,And splinters of hail,One handful of dream-dust,Not for sale.”