“Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Once you start carrying your own suitcase, paying your own bills, running your own show, you've done something to yourself that makes… — Sophie Tucker Copy Share Image
Ella's supersonic voice followed her all the way to Bleecker Street and then dissolved amid the noisy profusion of shops, cafes, and… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
The old orchid hunter lay back on his pillow, his body limp... 'You'll curse the insects,' he said at least, 'and you'll… — Susan Orlean Copy Share Image
