on this pallid April morning

Their skins in the spill from this fluorescent indigo lighting register the same pallid hue, as if permanently stained from too much cathode radiation.

next to which the epiphanies of Joyce or redemptions of O'Connor seem pallid or crude

the childhoods that we will never again live through, except by means of the relatively pallid movement of imaginative creation

the sights taking their lead aslant purple hills to pallid sky

Writing seems to rob me of my being: it is a second-hand mode of communication, a pallid, mechanical transcript of speech, and so always at once remove from my consciousness

the pallid fascination of the Chaumont hills in the morning and the fascination of evening

Only in very expert hands could it be made to transcend its humble origin—the pallid poetry of eighteenth-century France

we emerged into the pallid bleakness of a Paris winter day

the sky closed over him in pallid darkness

There is no colour in existence that so powerfully communicates urban alienation, the atomisation of human beings inside the edifices they create, as this noxious pallid green

Something about his world feels wrong; it is a world compressed between grays and greens, and the pallid daylight in nondescript Mega City, USA blends uncannily into the neon glow of the MS-DOS underworld he haunts after hours

She stared at a pallid bust of Homer

Day did not dawn. The night withdrew to expose it evenly pallid from one end to the other as a treated corpse

In thousands of rooms, as many men intently removed minuscule stubble from pallid chins

There is certainly laughter here, a renegade form of parody and mockery that one hesitates to label satire, especially given the pallid and toothless form that satire has assumed in British culture in recent times

Riding still, out of the roaring night into a pallid day of sidewalks and beggars with the past rising through their eyes.

I’ve seen several small cities alone while he recovered in a hotel room, while he slept pallid in the bed, coated with sweat under the covers.

American spies are naïfs or pallid sidekicks