"The man felt his hair flutter and the tissues of his body draw tight as if he were standing at the centre of a vaccuum."

"The children, small seeds, might at any instant be sown to all the Martian climes."

"The wind blew, whining."

"At any moment the Martian air might draw his soul from him, as marrow comes from a white bone."

"He saw the old cities, lost and lying like children's delicate bones among the blowing lakes of grass."