The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.
John SteinbeckHis ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.
John SteinbeckA large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
John Steinbeck