Quotes About Charcoal

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.

He'd been rigid for so long, maybe he'd petrified clean through and there was no softness left inside him. How could she teach him to color his world when his fists were filled with charcoal?

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

Night gets its own way in the end. The torches go out, the fire burns down to its internal organs, and the hall is charcoal and darkness.His mind shrinks as the heat dies, a ticking ember.

The night smelled of salt water and rotting fish, of neighborhood kitchens and mystifying foods, of diesel fuel and burning charcoal, and of plants and flowers with euphonious but utterly unpronounceable names.