He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Some sang too that Thror and Thrain would come back one day and gold would flow in rivers, through the mountain-gates, and… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
