"The little hut, blackened, was pouring out smoke, pouring smoke and crackling, as if with its slow snapping and popping it wanted to greet the little girl, who, pale, horrified, was watching it with a fixed gaze" (Little Hut, pg. 9.)

"With face flushed, eyes bulging and mouth open, he stopped to gaze at her, dumbfounded. How could she ever...Like that! Her bosom bare, her shoulders bare, her arms bare...all ablaze with jewels and rich fabrics...He didn't see her, he no longer saw her as a living, real person in front of him...What was she saying to him?...Not her voice, nor her eyes, nor her laugh: nothing, nothing of hers did he recognize any more in that dream apparition" (Citrons From Sicily, pg. 25.)

"As she stepped away from the window, sighing, Anna noticed that her husband that morning had forgotten to rumple his bed...