Quote by Anthony Trollope

“Had it not been for Mr. Drawlight and Mr. Lascelles (benevolent souls!) the Town would have been starved of information of any sort, but…

— Susanna Clarke

“Would the bastard ever call? Smoke drifted from the ashtray where a fine Cohiba lay unattended. Several burned-out butts crowded the glass, competing for…

— J.T. Ellison

“Another flash of light streamed through the windows and then faded. I didn’t feel the need to go outside and check that they were…

— F.C. Yee

“Involuntarily I glanced seaward and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“And now, she was walking down the hall with her books clutched to her chest, looking down at the floor while guys called, "Don't…

— E. Lockhart

“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron…

— Virginia Woolf

“It was one of those rare and beautiful days in winter when England remembers that there is a sun. The star of the day,…

— Alexandre Dumas

“As the prospect gradually revealed itself and disclosed the scene over which the wind had wandered in the dark, like my memory over my…

— Charles Dickens

“...And we left the light for the night of the street”

— Pierre Albert-Birot

“London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered…

— E. M. Forster

“A little porch light from a distant farmhouse dimmed, feeling alone and unneeded until his smallest spark of illumination snuffed out entirely. The night…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

“...she could not think of what had happened to her that day, or of what might happen that night. Instead, she watched the lamplighters…

— Galen M. Beckett