They started off the porch, and [she] felt the poems moving with her into the street, like a singing. (p309) - Jo Sinclair

All that summer, as no white people came to rent the empty, upstairs suites of the Valenti house or the Golden house, tension had mounted in the street. Only Negroes came. (first lines)

Liz picked a stifling evening in late summer to describe love. She yanked the word from a misty, delicately poised niche in Catherine's mind and flung it down newly expressed. The brutish meaning turned real as the smell and touch, the sounds, out of one of the childhood memories always hiding at the back of Catherine's mind. ( first lines)

It was night in her lovely Ballroom, where a dream was completely safe. (book 4 chapter 3)