Quote by Jeff VanderMeer

“...he switched on the [flashlight]. When he did so, he instantly became the center attraction to a rowdy mob of those gnats, moths, and…

— P.G. Wodehouse

“It was the blue of the sky that caught him first: a rapturous, painfully pure spike of color that hooked his eyes like fish…

— Josh Ritter

“With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that…

— Sherwood Anderson

“a storm that walked on legs of lightning, dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.”

— Ted Kooser

“Heroes. They sprang up around him like weeds. A carrier, he was seemingly unable to catch the disease he spread.”

— Lois McMaster Bujold

“And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die. It came with a rush; not as a rush of water…

— Ernest Hemingway

“He felt the ground frail as a bird’s skull under his feet, a mere shell of sanity and decorum between him and the dark…

— Sylvia Plath

“Soon he had a glowing, stinking lasso of poisonous weeds. Hooray.”

— Rick Riordan

“The inside of his skull, it tasted like roses and barbed wire and butterflies. Switchblades and heroin and grassy green gardens.”

— Mercedes M. Yardley

“There once was a hero who flew too close to the sun. His wings of wax fell apart and he plummeted to the earth.”

— Hiromu Arakawa

“they were in that bulging-eyed, unreachable state human beings morph into right before they kill.”

— Jeffrey Gettleman

“A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by…

— Kingsley Amis