“Oh, go to hell." He stood up from the table his face white, and stood there white and angry behind the little plates of hors d' œuvres. "Sit down," I said. "Don't be a fool." "You've got to take that… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“I look like hell.” He stood before her, angling his body away so that the burned side of his face still faced the stairs and his good eye swept up and down her form slowly, lazily, almost … erotically. “If… — Katy Regnery Copy Share Image
