And the sculptors will shape the soil for the writers to stretch the seeds for the patient painters who sketch the petals they will shade in alabaster and gold. Their sweat is the rain. Maybe the jazz man will send us a rose.

— Kristen Henderson

I had a dream about you. You are a crocodile and I was always looking for you with fear. Your teeth were alabaster and your skin green as grass. Unfortunate you had already a girlfriend. And I hoped she finishes like a handbag. I love you from my all reptile heart, which is poikilothermic.

— Kattie Belgar

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward, and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Barbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.

— Paul Hoffman

Many things have broken him. He holds himself together with spit and endless smiling, but all can see the cracks. You, though; you are dented, bruised, but intact.

— N. K. Jemisin

That we're not human is just the lie they tell themselves so they don't have to feel bad about how they treat us

— N. K. Jemisin

There was something else,--something quite undefinable, that gave a singular glow and radiance to the whole countenance, and suggested the burning of a light through alabaster,--a creeping of some subtle fire through the veins which made the fair body seem the mere reflection of some greater fairness within.

— Marie Corelli