Imagery in The Martian Chronicles
"Before he woke again five thousand new trees had climbed up into the yellow sun." pg78
" In the seven rooms the sound of a midnight clock brought everything to a halt." pg118
"Crisp layers of whispery pink tissue paper..." pg154
" It was cut from pale glass and was fitted above a thin neck, under which were blowing loose robes of thin yellow skin..." pg134
"The river passed quietly in the dreadful noon."
"... the rich brown smell of baked gingerbread..." pg158
"Before he even touched the phone, it was silent." pg149