“It is very hot tonight," Justin said, and loosed the folds of his light cloak, revealing the sprig of rye-grass thrust through the bronze clasp at the neck of his tunic.”
“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.”
“It's very singular how hard it is to manage your mind,' said Demi, clasping his hands round his knees, and looking up at the sky as if for information upon his favorite topic.”
“I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes and the stars though his soul" - Victor Hugo”
“In a hot greenish body of water slowly slides A gesture a sigh a moan will provoke his wild teeth("Silver Clasp")”
“The way to a man's heart is through his stomach...just make sure you thrust upward through his ribcage.”