“The ruby droplets absorbed by the pitiful tourniquet.”

“Every fifteen minutes or so the harvest moon would bleed through the tourniquet of cloud cover that conspired to squeeze every droplet of pictorial sentiment out of the Skagit landscape in order that a more refined Chinese moon might brush the countryside. In the aloof washes of moonlight no form seemed to stir.”

“Droplets of yes and no, in an ocean of maybe.”

“So long as the spectator has to figure out the meaning of this or that person, or the presuppositions of this or that conflict of inclinations and purposes, he cannot become completely absorbed in the activities and sufferings of the chief characters or feel breathless pity and fear.”

“Tears are liquid droplets cascading from the soul.”

“To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history”