“She saw her sitting with her son in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, how life, from being… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
