We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night. — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“He [Mihaly Babits] hoped that some god might offer a bed to the river of words which rose to his lips, so… — Claudio Magris Copy Share Image
“Such a voice this man has. The way he sounds isn't a sound at all. It's a river into which words are… — Laura Bynum Copy Share Image
“Then he shifts a little and points to a page in an open book before us. “There,” he says. “River. That’s one… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image