He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“He had to hold his body very still, very still, like some vessel about to slosh over from too much motion. Gradually… — patrick suskind Copy Share Image
And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
