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“As he took possession of it, he was overcome by a sense of something like sacred awe. He carefully spread his horse blanket on…

— Patrick Süskind

“He put his shoes over the red stone footprints and when he came to the last one on the path, fell to the ground…

— John Murray

“And while I got that about him, he never seemed to understand or believe it when I told him I wasn't like that. That…

— Catherine McKenzie

“Indeed he had worn that piece of furniture - or symbol of bone-laziness - into such a shape as made the descent of any…

— Mervyn Peake

“His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The…

— Teresa Tysinger

“He rode out in the dark long before daylight and he rode the sun up and he rode it down again. In the oncoming…

— Cormac McCarthy

“He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving…

— Ernest Hemingway

“The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of thorns. I…

— Markus Zusak

“But then suddenly there was no place higher to go. I felt my cracked lips stretch into a painful grin. I was on top…

— Jon Krakauer

“His hands, swinging curve-fingered at his sides, looked like they were molded of brown clay by a sculptor who thought big and liked veins.…

— Richard Stark

“... he ran across the road and began to walk at breakneck speed down the hill. He hardly knew where he was walking. Pride…

— James Joyce

“I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare - there…

— Victor Hugo