“Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.”
“...a city that was to live by night after the wilderness had passed. A city that was to forge out of steel and blood-red neon its own peculiar wilderness.”
“An array of colorful camps dotted the river banks, like a Garrison of army on a peace keeping mission. A mini India; many great nations; different people living in the same place, an inversion of the notion of nation.”
“She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.”
“They blossom ever where you tread... Wild roses bloody red.”
“Her mere proximity gave him the most peculiar sensation, like the kind of heat sent out when a log shatters to ash in a fire.”