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“The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a vision. James ain't talked ever and he looks at that streetlight like it was a word and maybe like it was a verb. James wanted to streetlight me and make me bright and beautiful so all the moths and bats would circle me like I was the center of the world an held secrets.”
Sherman Alexie“I have noticed a trend in premature deaths in the people that I know and the presence of streetlights outside of their homes.”
Steven Magee, Light Forensics“Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti“GOD is like a streetlight. He keeps observing you silently when it is light and showers you with light when you are in darkness!”
Uma Shanker“She has her own brand of strength,brought to the surface by the dim glow of the streetlight and the whisper of night air on her skin.”
Holly Bourne“Velva’s face glowed in the streetlight. “Sir Sun, don’t you see? I am your violent violet. And you are mine.”
Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose“He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like a galaxy, the whole street a universe spread out like a banquet.”
Michael Montoure, Slices“He looked around at the perfectly white world, felt the wet kisses of the snowflakes, pondered hidden meanings in the pale yellow streetlights that shone in a world so whitely asleep. "Beautiful," he whispered.”
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., The Sirens of Titan“She turned off all the lights in the duplex and peered out the windows, moving from one room to the next to see if she could catch sight of the a black sedan. Security lights and streetlights in her complex cast a strange orange glow on the misty snow. It looked like the perfect night for a murder.”
Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep“Rained gently last night, just enough to wash the town clean, and then today a clean crisp fat spring day, the air redolent, the kind of green minty succulent air you'd bottle if you could and snort greedily on bleak, wet January evenings when the streetlights hzzzt on at four in the afternoon and all existence seems hopeless and sad.”
Brian Doyle, Mink River