I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed… — Miranda July Copy Share Image
“Everyday in heat, rain or cold, I ran - alone in the woods - in the hills near our home. There I… — Nikki Rosen Copy Share Image
“He can't have gone, he said "Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“She stared up at him and for an instant his expression went soft all over her before he turned away, gritting his… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“I felt on my back gentle pats like fragile wings just touching me, touching me: my grandchildren's hands.” — Bret Lott Copy Share Image
