“I put back my head, looking up at the deep black sky swimming with hot stars. If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as Van Gogh saw them, without difficulty . . .… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Holder: "Why'd you stop talking?" Sky: "Talking? Holder, I'm reading. There's a difference. And from the looks of it, you haven't been paying a lick of attention." Holder: "Oh, I've been paying attention. To your mouth. Maybe not to the… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
