“That was how Sinner got his first taste of anything other than the froth on his father's ale. It made you grimace,… — Ned Beauman Copy Share Image
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When I drank, the part that felt dangerous and needy grew bright and strong and real. The part that coveted love kicked… — Caroline Knapp Copy Share Image
Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
