“Jack was already mother-naked when he heard the cry and saw the splash. He slipped from the gunwale into the clear water, made out the vague form at a surprising depth, dived, fished it up, swam to the ship, now… — Patrick O'Brian Copy Share Image
For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
