Quote by Heather O'Neill Download Open image ““All the colorful lights had been turned off and the sky was the color of television static.”” — Heather O'Neill ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“The air was stained by shadows, a darkness burst by lightning like camera flashes.” — China Miéville Copy Share Image
“The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“The sky above the island was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel—which is to say it was a bright, cheery blue.” — Robert J. Sawyer Copy Share Image
“The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.” — Scarlett Thomas Copy Share Image
“[...] with the protecting sky in all its splendour and the golden sun blazing forth against a backdrop of crystalline blue, to use the… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
“As I stared at the stars, I realized that there were always this many of them. It was only when the other lights were… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
“The lights are off and the sun if finally setting, the night sky is changing overhead” — Tegan Quin Copy Share Image
“when we were far from the urban dome of light pollution, we found the stars unbearably bright, as though someone had switched on the… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“You can learn how to be an aristocrat by following a few rules in a very short book. There is nothing to it.” He… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I decided to get my butt up out of the coffin, just like Jesus Christ, and come and chitchat with all my beautiful and… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
In Lullabies, I wanted to capture what I remembered of the drunken babbling of unfortunate twelve-year-olds: their illusions, their ludicrously bad choices, their lack… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You know you're my best friend, right?' he said. I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Jules and I were tiny people. We were delicate. We were almost destroyed. We were vulnerable. Like nerds in a school yard of bullies,… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“When you’re young, sex doesn’t mean as much, it isn’t sacred. Children make the best prostitutes because they’re th emost perfunctory about the whole… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Being a woman was a trap. Something would bring you down before you turned twenty-three. The only time the world shows you any favor,… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales?” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Felix was in his room singing into a tape recorder then playing it back and exclaiming, “My God. Do I actually sound like this?… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Adolescents are still children in that they can't yet tell the difference between make believe and fiction. — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image