“The hounds snap fierce at your heels. Turn toward Athens. I hear them pelting hard on you, I see black flesh and… — Euripides Copy Share Image
“No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.” — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“Swelter, as soon as he saw who it was, stopped dead, and across his face little billows of flesh ran swiftly here… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“Rachel slips off the bed and stands before him to rearrange his collar, aware that in this small gesture there is a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“In front of us, the ocean stretched for eternity. Around us, reggae mussy floated through the air. In our drying clothes and… — Shannon Greenland Copy Share Image
Descriptive grammar is an attempt to give an account of what the current system is for either a society or an individual,… — Noam Chomsky Copy Share Image
“The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
I tend to start with a kernel, a vague concept, and just begin to write things down - notes about a character,… — Scott Turow Copy Share Image
“The first impressions with the ashram people are these sparkling interior experiences. The eyeballs can be peepholes into the Milky Way and beyond.… — Tom Hillman Copy Share Image
“Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Various large trees— willowy peppers and especially the pines—seem to be reaching down to hold your hand.” — Tom Hillman Copy Share Image
“In their poor imitation of French fashion, they look like pastries in a bakery window at the end of the day, trying… — Mackenzi Lee Copy Share Image
“Never since that time has this house got itself clear of rawblood butchery.” — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“It was agreeable to her, the smell of tobacco. It was part of her knowledge of his body. It was the aura… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Cloying tendrils of mist searched the city like skeletal fingers reaching deep into crevices, hoping to capture the elusive prey needed to… — Jillian Kent Copy Share Image
“As I lay, a pink, dreamlike glow seeped into the room, gradually turning a bright, chemical red. The light inched towards the… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“She wasn't dressed like a student. She wore an elaborate burgundy dress with long skirts, a tight waist, and matching burgundy gloves… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Before going to breakfast, you are in your room experiencing the gongs of a classic religious bell, a unique and cuddly invitation to… — Tom Hillman Copy Share Image
“In Aleksei's fanciful dream of two Katherines by Caucasian blue waters, his sister and his English love, there is a child also,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Everyone is ready for the end of the day, ten-minute group meditation. The meditation is like the iciest beer you have ever had… — Tom Hillman Copy Share Image
Without touching my subject I want to come to the moment when, through pure concentration of seeing, the composed picture becomes more… — Ernst Haas Copy Share Image
“Her cut finger has begun to bleed slightly and she licks the blood away. Salt, metal, black earth. Blood has such a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
