My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The first thing that went through Mahgen's mind was how cold she'd become with the loss of Kathel, how insane it was… — Madison Thorne Grey Copy Share Image
I don't mind cold water. I mean, it's fine. Wetsuits will serve you these days; it doesn't really matter. — Joel Parkinson Copy Share Image
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
