“Her. Her. Her. Future breezes implore me to stay. But I'm no future. I'm no past. Only ever contemporary of this path.… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
Because I'm on my own on stage and wear bare feet and look like a pixie, people always think I'm little. — Tim Minchin Copy Share Image
The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“I don't understand, Jenna, why you couldn't give him a ride home?" Mom struck the archetypal Mom pose-hands on hips, perplexed look… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
For me the bare feet are grounding. I'm connected to the Earth in a way that I cannot be any other way. — Rhiannon Giddens Copy Share Image
“Oscar pushed a strand of her loose raven hair behind her ear, and Camille knew she hadn’t completely failed. The man she… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“If I could live again - I will travel light, If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Marcus woke again to find Sanga lying asleep on his bed, and he quietly climbed off his own mattress, standing still for… — Anthony Riches Copy Share Image
“Lego, however, is always opened and then left lying around so adults have something to tread on when they are prowling around… — Jeremy Clarkson Copy Share Image
“His vulnerability allowed me to let my guard down, and gently and methodically, he tore apart my well-constructed dam. Waves of tender… — Colleen Houck Copy Share Image
“Instead, I woke early the next morning, before sunrise, and went out into the world. I walked past my car. I stepped… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
What I wear is everything - from how I carry my hair to what I'm wearing on my feet. I have to… — Laura Mvula Copy Share Image
A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned,” I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Later they went outside, where a light rain was blowing in, mixed with salt spray feathering off the surf. Shasta wandered slowly… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“I know part of the problem, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing-all classic Phase one signs of deliria. But… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“When she first fell in love with Jack, she had dreamed she could fly, that on a warm, inky black night she… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Professor Butts walks in his sleep, strolls through a cactus field in his bare feet, and screams out an idea for a… — Rube Goldberg Copy Share Image
“I dreamed my lips would drift down your back like a skiff on a river. I'd follow a vein with the point… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“There’s something incredibly sexy about the look of a man wearing jeans with bare feet.” — Sloan Johnson Copy Share Image
Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“The site of his thinking and writing was a small office wedged in one corner of his shaggy house, on whose door… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull your butterly net and catch me in the beauty… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“I promise I will repay you.” “Oh yeah?” she asked, looking at him, with his bare feet and plain, dark clothes. “With… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen… — Gunter Grass Copy Share Image
