“He had cheekbones that sliced right through the thick, golden afternoon sunlight.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“There is no real freedom for the man who is in so much of a hurry that he is annoyed by the… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
“One day, I might perhaps become something so small and insignificant to you that you only think of me as often as… — x q Copy Share Image
“My undersheriff readjusted herself, the irony of her squeaking gunbelt underlying her next statement. “Who you wanna shoot?” He sat there under… — Craig Johnson Copy Share Image
“There are many memories. but I'll tell you the one I like to think of best of all. It's just a homely… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“I wish I could find words--serious, beautiful words--to describe it in the afternoon sunlight; the more I strive for them, the more… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“It’s dark as a tomb in here,” she said, unable to see more than shadows. “Will you light the candles, please,” she… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“For the record, I tried to stop this," I said grimly. Then I turned my attention back to Ian. The afternoon sun… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“As the late afternoon sun shone in Shaw's face and a soft flower-scented wind cooled him, his unhappiness turned to a detachment… — Gore Vidal Copy Share Image
“They were sitting outside the big Starbucks that anchored the western end of Pioneer Square. Lisa was drinking iced tea sweetened with… — Paul McAuley Copy Share Image
“Heartbreak was never cured; it just went into remission. And here it came roaring back, leaving her feverish and weak and unable… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“The late afternoon sun illuminated the room with its brilliant light, but Tobias knew he would spend the rest of the day… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“could have sworn that she saw the tip of Douglas’s tail wag. She left Bomber to his odious sister and tripped downstairs… — Ruth Hogan Copy Share Image
“She once told him about the mysterious trampled-down places found in fields, which the peasants superstitiously called werewolves' nests. Coming across one… — Jody Shields Copy Share Image
“house, already worrying my car might get stuck and what would happen if my car got stuck. From behind the storm clouds,… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
The library is not, as some would have it, a place for the retiring of disposition or faint of heart. It is… — Eric Burns Copy Share Image
“I've wandered as far west as I can go. Sitting now on the sand, I watch the sun blur into an aftermath.… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“Transferring in haste, I felt a curious breathlessness as the cars rumbled on through the early afternoon sunlight into territories I had… — H.P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Behind the counter, I slouched on my stool in the sun and sucked up the summer as If I could hold every… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The butterfly startled at Mary’s gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“I feel as exposed as a sweatshirt worn wrong-side-out, or like pocket linings dangling outside of a pair of jeans. My heart,… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“I turn and walk back to the home shore whose tall yellow bluffs still bare of snow I can see nearly half… — John Meade Haines Copy Share Image
