Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window…

“Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.”

— Chuck Wendig

maybe we try too hard to be remembered, waking to the glowing yellow disc in ignorance, swearing that today will be the day, today…

— Naomi Shihab Nye

I've always found it difficult to start with a definite idea, but if I start with a pond that's being drained because of a…

— Bobbie Ann Mason

Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence…

— Stephen Chbosky

Blackbirds are the cellos of the deep farms.

— Anne Stevenson

In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.

— Robert Frost

Because of her, he had learned to look for the birds - the darting flight of wild canaries (yellow sun on yellow wings), the…

— Terry Kay

The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.

— John McLeod

Augustus: “You probably need some rest.” Me: “I’m okay.” Augustus: “Okay.” (Pause.) “What are you thinking about?” Me: “You.” Augustus: “What about me?” Me:…

— John Green

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

— Wallace Stevens

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

— Wallace Stevens

I don't mind him not talking so much, because you can hear his voice in your heart; the same way you can hear a…

— Adam Rapp

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

— Joseph Addison

I started reading contemporary fiction in college or right after college. It wasn't as if I was steeped in experimental minimalism when I was…

— Leni Zumas

We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us.

— Susan Griffin