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

"Tick-took, seven o'clock sang the voice clock..."

"A river of wind submerged the house."

"Earth people left to the strangeness of Mars, the cinnamon dusts and wine airs, to be baked like gingerbread shapes in Martian summers..."

"This was the moment Mars had waited for. Now it would eat them."

"Once Martians had built cities, named cities; climbed mountains, named mountains; sailed seas, named seas."

"Each tree felt his touch."

"You should be able to construct a right pretty rocket if you work alone, in about thirty years."

"If I lie here long enough, he thought, the water will work and eat away my flesh until the bones show like coral."