She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A sickening howl stopped her, sucking the air out of her lungs. The night's chatter silenced, even the loitering city rats pausing… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
Under the constitution, there was never meant to be a federal police force. Even an FBI limited only to investigations was not… — Ron Paul Copy Share Image
Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
We have need to be as sturdy pioneers still as Miles Standish, or Church, or Lovewell. We are to follow on another… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
