Between the villages of Aubiere and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over… — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering,… — A. S. Byatt Copy Share Image
Each night the sun sank right in our eyes along the sea, making an undulating glittering pathway, a golden track charted on… — Lawrence Beesley Copy Share Image
In art and life we're always reading bodies and behaviors (and skies and skylines or whatever), constructing brief and shifting coherences, and… — Ben Lerner Copy Share Image
Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living. In an earthly tapestry hung from the… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
And hate the bright stillness of the noon without wind, without motion. the only other living thing a hawk, hungry for prey,… — Dana Gioia Copy Share Image
