Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the color of polished mahogany.

— William Hjortsberg

I like your eyes when you get mad," I said. "They glow like embers.

— William Hjortsberg

I was examining the perfumed, colored candles guaranteed to bring good fortune with continued use when a lovely mocha-skinned girl came in from the back room and stood behind the counter. She wore a white smock over her dress and looked about nineteen or twenty. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the color of polished mahogany. A number of thin, silver hoops jingled on her fine-boned wrist. "May I help you?" she asked. Just beneath her carefully modulated diction lingered the melodic calypso lilt of the Caribbean.

— William Hjortsberg