“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say,… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
A spectre is haunting Western academia (...), the spectre of the Cartesian subject. — Slavoj Žižek Copy Share Image
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been,… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
“A eulogy is a life lived with a loved one or friend condensed into a few moments relating poignant and witty stories… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
One learned gentleman, "a sage grave man," Talk'd of the Ghost in Hamlet, "sheath'd in steel"— His well-read friend, who next to… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Once the government can demand of a publisher the names of the purchasers of his publication, the free press as we know… — William O. Douglas Copy Share Image
As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
“Let [the wife] guard, as much as possible, against a gloomy and moody disposition, which causes her to move about with the… — John Angell James Copy Share Image
He had never thought of himself as much of a praying man, but as he sat in the car in the growing… — Elizabeth George Copy Share Image
“Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
Life's sunniest hours are not without The shadow of some lingering doubt-- Amid its brightest joys will steal Spectres of evil yet… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Today I live on an island, in a house that is sad, hard, severe, that I built for myself, solitary on a… — Curzio Malaparte Copy Share Image
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I have very fond memories of my childhood in Afghanistan, largely because my memories, unlike those of the current generation of Afghans,… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
