A rising sound can pass the point where a sleeper may incorporate it into his dream yet still fall short of being recognized.At this instant the sleeper imagines he can still go either way: his effort might

Luc lay atop the sheets of his bunk bed, staring at a dim patch of light on the ceiling. To summon sleep, he cataloged the odors wafting through his window: roasted almonds, fermenting grapes,

The night Kris was born, two-hundred and fifty miles from my house, I was fourteen, and I had the experience of the white light during sleep.

We’d been shooting for two weeks already, melting. Most of the crew had chiggers bad. Chiggers, we were told, crawl in and lay eggs beneath your skin. They attack ankles and genitals. The cure is nail polish.

In the late afternoon the Roman streets which have been deserted since lunch time suddenly fill with people dressed in brilliant colors. The sun, a dull red ball, sinks over St. Peters, filtering red smoky light through the streets. 

His (running across the beach he stubbed his toe on the pail of broken shells half imbedded in the wet gray sand) sister (young Chinese girl fresh to America, already a woman not yet a man suffered from sex guilt ((thought mother father were watching her from heaven)), consequently found men repugnant, wore trousers) was blowing on a conch shell.

He came aboard at Loraine, Ohio, a small, thin man who despite the hundred degree August heat was dressed in a dark wool suit, with the coat buttoned, and who wore a tie, a white shirt, and a gray wool cap.

It is true that on bright days we are happy. This is true because the sun on the eyelids effects a chemical change in the body. The sun also diminishes the pupils to pinpricks, letting the light in less.

I grew up in a weatherboard house in a mill town and like everyone else there I learnt to swim in the river. The sea was miles away but during big autumn swells a salty vapour drifted up the valley

The storms of summer are the most memorable. One might happen in this way: out of the stillness of a humid afternoon, in the midst of which you sit with a gnat whining at your ear in enhancement of your solitude, you hear a rending as of a tree splitting down its middle, and then an explosion like a crate of dynamite goes off.