Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think… — Bret Easton Ellis Copy Share Image
The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old. — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
I'd paint long strips of canvas and abandon them on the beach, or put bread out in geometric patterns for the pigeons… — Jenny Holzer Copy Share Image
