“Suffice to say, the dream writer had a way of phrasing things. She could depict the curve of a cucumber, the shape… — Meia Geddes Copy Share Image
Men are born to write. The gardener saves every slip, and seed, and peach-stone: his vocation is to be a planter of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine,… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
In Nepal, the phenomenon is reversed. Time is a stick of incense that burns without being consumed. One day can seem like… — Jeff Greenwald Copy Share Image
Saying Good-bye to the God of Disease (2) Thousands of willow branches in a spring wind. Six hundred million of China, land… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
My birthplace was California, but I couldn't forget Armenia, so what is one's country? Is it land of the earth, in a… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
