I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own… — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
The written word is weak. Many people prefer life to it. Life gets your blood going, & it smells good. Writing is… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Because dead people are just like you and me, they still want things. They look at us all the time, and they… — Peter Straub Copy Share Image
The earth's warmth under me, as I stretch out at night, is astonishing. It is like the warmth of another body that… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
I like New York because you're kind of forced to smell everybody else's funk. So it keeps you biologically attached to the… — Jeffrey Wright Copy Share Image
I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the… — Heather Nova Copy Share Image
Based on my time living with rats and mice in Washington, D.C., I have always assumed that animals will escape such fires,… — Bruce Friedrich Copy Share Image
The smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flooded my consciousness… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
In 'A Bone in the Throat,' he describes his protagonist and alter ego, the cook Tommy Pagano, as 'darker, and not as… — Sarah Weinman Copy Share Image
I run; I am a coward at heart. I swear, when I smell violence or aggression the coward comes out in me.… — Rutger Hauer Copy Share Image
My baby is amazing, even his head smells amazing. His breath, the whole thing, you could eat him! — Orlando Bloom Copy Share Image
Dali blinked at me. "Would you mind making coffee while you're dancing? I smell it on the bottom shelf, either first or… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I imagine a child. That child is me. I can reconstruct and vividly remember portions of my own childhood. I can see,… — Daniel Pinkwater Copy Share Image
It is impossible that a fish doesn't carry any smell of the sea and a real love, of the melancholy! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place. — Tony Hillerman Copy Share Image
The sun glistened on a drop of water as it fell from his hand to his knee. David wiped it off, but… — Anne Holm Copy Share Image
She felt him tremble with the force of his need. He spoke just beneath her ear, his voice thick with tormented pleasure.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Hearing is the motion of molecules; sound is a wave in the atmosphere; solidity is the characteristic of spatial juxtaposition of atoms;… — Fulton J. Sheen Copy Share Image
fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows — Ani DiFranco Copy Share Image
When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
I did the cover of Cigar Aficionado, so I'm supposed to talk about loving cigars. I've smoked them a couple of times.… — Gina Gershon Copy Share Image
