Quotes About Creeping

Twilight was already coagulating into night.

This was the way the world ended. Not with a bang, nor even a whimper, but with a sort of creeping paralysis of indifference.

Dust billowed around us, creeping under our loose-tied handkerchiefs and into our noses and mouths. It was fine and silty, red as ochre or the brush-tailed fox,