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“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a moon and…

— Gail Honeyman

“JAMES HALE sat at a side-street noodle-stall. The stall was set-up underneath the shade of a row of fruit trees. He watched a pair…

— James A. Newman

“And with that, away he went. You never see a bird work so since you was born. He laid into his work like a…

— Mark Twain

“Outside a sparrow was swaying back and forth on the branch of a birch tree. A tiny drop fell away from beneath his tail.…

— Vasily Aksyonov

“One evening he was in his room, his brow pressing hard against the pane, looking, without seeing them, at the chestnut trees in the…

— Théophile Gautier

“What shall I do, today? Visit the pub? Sit down in a garden with a book? A bird flies past. Where is it headed?…

— Omar Khayyám

“He wakes up and he is not a halfhearted man and he can’t remember why he wakes this way, except that he hears the…

— Linda Hogan

“Behind him the hill are open, the sun blazes down upon fields so large as to give unenclosed character to the landscape, the lanes…

— Thomas Hardy

“He trails off, looking up at the sky. He’s got one of those ruddy complexions that reddens easily, I’ve noticed. I imagine him herding…

— Lauren Graham

“Pete’s eyes followed not the vehicle as it trundled forward but instead the varied and complicated horizon of the desert. The very last of…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet…

— Maya Angelou

“All that day he travelled, laying his course by the rounding sun. The forest seemed interminable; nowhere did he discover a break in it,…

— Ambrose Bierce