Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is
like a yellow hole. . .

When Small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set.

Shadows cannot see themselves in the mirror of the sun.

The very afflictions of our earthy pilgrimage are presages of our future glory, as shadows indicate the sun.

I like the idea that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing - that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around.