Quote by Justin Cronin

“With only the dim light from the bathroom, he settled into the chair for the night and reached for his shotgun. The hard, cold…

— Elaine Levine

“All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first had bowed,…

— Elizabeth Gaskell

“Once, as he inhaled with his customary vehemence, I had a thought that made my armpits come alive.”

— Martin Amis

“He had hobbled down there that morning,”

— Robert Louis Stevenson

“The damn organ between his ribs continued to pound relentlessly. He cursed again, gripping the windowsill until his knuckles turned white, but his heart…

— Hannah Nicole Maehrer

“He dangled, he strangled, and there he hung on that bright, bright morning when I showed up to call him for breakfast.”

— Charlie Carillo

“...He called up the numbness with which he armed himself to get through each day.”

— Sandra Brown

“There was already something dead about him. He didn’t rear back in his knees any longer. He squatted over his ankles when he walked.…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“His body had taken over, and he'd fought, and he'd even, in a small, strange, hidden way, enjoyed it.”

— Cassandra Clare

“The entered the building twenty-strong. Rider in front with his two meanest assholes flanking him. No one would mistake the men had come for…

— V. Theia

“Either way, he had to loosen Thiago up, and fast. If you couldn’t smile while in the middle of the wilderness as you listened…

— Abigail Roux

“He flapped his mouth some more, and then shook himself awake, came to a decision, and starting sneaking huge, theatrical looks around the restaurant,…

— Hugh Laurie