Bombay Quote by Ken Doyle

“Would the bastard ever call? Smoke drifted from the ashtray where a fine Cohiba lay unattended. Several burned-out butts crowded the glass, competing for…

— J.T. Ellison

“The image of him shifted with the violent frenzy of leaves. He was there and he wasn’t, as the leaves whipped and the lightning…

— Gwenn Wright

“A figure moved, painfully flexing stiff, aching shoulder blades, and looked back towards the control tower. There was a different atmosphere about the place…

— Joy Ellis

“He found himself standing before what could only be described as a mansion. It towered above him, windows flickering with uncertain light, red bricks…

— Bella Forrest

“I go amongst the buildings of a city and I see a Man hurrying along - to what?”

— John Keats

“In the afternoons I would sit out on the balcony outside the dining-room; there, level with the tops of the trees that shaded the…

— Simone de Beauvoir

“The master of this shop was sitting at the door in his shirt-sleeves, smoking; and as there were a great many coats and pairs…

— Charles Dickens

“I sat and looked up at the blue sky and across at the blank windows for a long time. A woman I’d once cared…

— Robert B. Parker

“He was a chap like himself, with a unique pain; and yet there would be no knowing that if you passed him in the…

— Rachel Joyce

“I sprinted down the alley, not fast enough to avoid the cold water rolling down my back, with a childlike shriek. I caught his…

— Veronica Roth

“As he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him…

— James Joyce

“Then there was the church and the villagers on the sidewalks, the red geraniums on the graves in the cemetery, Perez fainting (he crumpled…

— Albert Camus