Because of her, he had learned to look for the birds - the darting flight of wild canaries (yellow sun on yellow… — Terry Kay Copy Share Image
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded… — Douglas Adams Copy Share Image
Oh, I have walked in Kansas Through many a harvest field, And piled the sheaves of glory there And down the wild… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
One knew, of course, that it was not the red cape any more than it was the boots, the tights, the trunks,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
