I matched my heated tone with one of pure ice. "I believe I did attempt to relate to you the facts of… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
Not a lot of contemporary fiction is written about brothers and sisters. Salinger's Franny and Zooey was an inspiration for me. In… — K. M. Soehnlein Copy Share Image
Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges.… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
...Zedar was gone...As an owl, though, I was able to drift silently from tree to tree until I caught up with him...He… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It filled my head, that muttering sound, like thick oily smoke from a fat-rendering vat or an odour of noisome decay. And… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place or within range of a telescreen.… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Bones glanced behind me, with just the barest inclination of his head. I walked away from him, muttering, "Don't worry, you don't… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
All morning, Spence has been a well-oiled machine of activity. Everyone doing her bit, quietly and efficiently. It's strange how deliberate people… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The nineteenth and twentieth centuries have given us as much terror as we can take. We have paid a high enough price… — Jean-Francois Lyotard Copy Share Image
Wracked with a hangover I do my muttering over a Black Velvet, a union of champagne and stout. Don't be swindled into… — Tallulah Bankhead Copy Share Image
Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Wallace's sales agent, back in London, heard mutterings from some naturalists that young Mr. Wallace ought to quit theorizing and stick to… — David Quammen Copy Share Image
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust… — John Green Copy Share Image
Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Are you kidding?" She looked at me as if I'd just dropped from the moon. Her cheeks were bright red. "What's the… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Many strange-looking people obviously dress according to deep convictions that are not shared by on-lookers - they clearly do not know how… — Anne Hollander Copy Share Image
Oh...my...god,"Drew whimpered."Who..." Anubis ignored her (bless him for that) and held out his elbow for me - a sweet old-fashioned gesture. "… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
