Quote by Charles Dickens

“Someone had collected shards of bone and brain pudding and sealed them in a Ziploc bag. The plastic sack lay in the man’s lap,…

— Kathy Reichs

“The bank man had been standing quietly by our picnic table, waiting to lock up the house. Around his waist he wore a live…

— C.E. Medford

“We ran hunched along a subterranean corridor, discarded animal bones underfoot, the ceiling brushing our heads, past things I tried not to see—a slumped…

— Ransom Riggs

“... a bullock, backing in alarm from the halter, crashed its craggy behind into my midriff. The wind shot out of me in a…

— James Herriot

“[Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He…

— James Dashner

“He toasted his bacon on a fork and caught the drops of fat on his bread; then he put the rasher on his thick…

— D.H. Lawrence

“A Bird came down the Walk – He did not know I saw – He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow,…

— Emily Dickinson

“And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered to the cable-car…

— Jack Kerouac

“And on the endless dusty ribbon of the highway, on sunken roads vaulted over by branches, on paths between stands of grain that rose…

— Gustave Flaubert

“The tinker in his burial tree was a wonder to the birds. The vultures that came by day to nose with their hooked beaks…

— Cormac McCarthy

“Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with…

— Bruno Schulz

“bags hanging blue-veined and round with milk, like full moons caught between their legs. She was sore and tired, but knew she had to…

— Jodi Picoult