“I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun. Just yesterday, an autumnal London was… — Ryszard Kapuściński Copy Share Image
How strange it is, our little procession of life! The child says, "When I am a big boy." But what is that?… — Stephen Leacock Copy Share Image
“With a resounding bang, the door burst open. A crazed man gaped at her with piercing and anguished blue eyes. Grunting, he… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
Happiness just wasn't part of the job description back then. You tried to find a helpmate to keep the cold wind and… — Robin Green Copy Share Image
“Quentin took a deep breath. “My true name,” he said, “ . . . is SUN WUKONG.” A cold wind passed through… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with… — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little - talking. It… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“The cold wind made it difficult to breathe, as if it could snatch your next breath before you had time to swallow… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
“There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.” — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
“Take me home. But this was home, Jace’s arms surrounding her, the cold wind of Alicante in their clothes, her fingers digging… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In all institutions from which the cold wind of open criticism is excluded, an innocent corruption begins to grow like a mushroom… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“I smile as I begin to unwrap the item, so I can press the sweet concoction against my tongue. Just as I… — Loretta Lost Copy Share Image
Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown… — George Mackay Brown Copy Share Image
Cold winds are disagreeable, hot winds enervating, moist winds unhealthy. — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows when it snows and its twenty below. Ask me why man, I just don't… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
“How would I find someone,” Caleb said, edging the dead man’s legs parallel to one another with his toe, “who would be… — James Scott Copy Share Image
Tiers of mountains Cold wind feet Not need fan Ice cold through Moon shines bright Mist covers everything Sit all alone One… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
“He would like to burrow under the earth like a bulb, like a root, to where it is still warm. To hibernate… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“About sexuality of English mice. A warm perfume is growing little by little in the room. An orchard scent, a caramelized sugar… — Philippe DELERM Copy Share Image
“Until tonight. Something was different tonight. There was an edge to this darkness that made his hackles rise. Nine days they had… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
