“I feel God more when I’m alone.”

The dusk here is magnificent. It seems appropriate to the sea which is like a gentle lake & needs muted goodbys and untroubled endings––whereas dawn is for the ocean & the ocean alone which needs tumultuous beginnings and sunrise like a trumpet blast. Perhaps it is the air here, the clarity, some relative restlessness or falling off of humidity at twilight––I don't know.

∆ William Styron, Set This House on Fire (1959), p. 293-94

The colors are already a kind of model arche-type for impressionism, ready made––no wonder the boys did what they did. All running together the sky already jet and sprinkled with stars yet not really discrete at all but merging, melting, partaking of both the final ribbon of sunlight at the horizons edge and the water, blue, astoundingly blue at this late hour. All of a piece.

∆ William Styron, Set This House on Fire (1959), p. 294