Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night. Auteur: Stephen Crane Copy Quote More from Stephen Crane “Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." …” “Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of mome…” “He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that whi…” “There was a man with tongue of wood who essayed to sing,and in truth it was lam…”