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“There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“They set off through the soft lingering light. One cuckoo in the depths of Layer Wood and one in the dense shrubbery of the… — Norah Lofts Copy Share Image
“Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty buckets of… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Becoming acquainted and swallowing fears and settling down to life in the little cabin with its warm glow of woodstove and kerosene lamp and… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“Inui’s insane laughter filled the sanctuary. The ceiling peeled off and shards of stained glass danced through the air. They turned into dead rats,… — Yasutaka Tsutsui Copy Share Image
“Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified.… — Denis Mackail Copy Share Image
“When the windows like the jackal’s eye and desire pierce the dawn, silken windlasses lift me up to suburban footbridges. I summon a girl… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“He wanted to sink down and hug the coals to his chest. Flamboyant...coins of light...oil, wood, tatters...fumes from acids, soap, smoke...the sunlight shattered.” — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
“I sensed the presence of wizened bachelor potters working in sheds behind their mothers’ houses.” — Walter Kirn Copy Share Image
“Bright lamplight bounced off golden varnished wood. The suddenly vivid colors of scarves, hats, hair and faces after the gray-green gloom they’d been immersed… — Antonio Dias Copy Share Image
“Various pieces of huge dark furniture constricted the passage, and the place smelled of boiled fish. I was shown into the parlor, where the… — Patrick McGrath Copy Share Image
Frazzled and delirious, as I've just finished a new book of stories. I feel like Moses staggering down the mountainside with the tablets of… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
Libraries are where we learn that we can live our lives through books. — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
I think the language as spoken in Limerick and Cork has not really been written; 'City of Bohane' is a combination of the two.… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
It is nothing, to give one’s life for Ireland. I’m not the first and maybe I won’t be the last. What’s my life compared… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
I go into my workroom seven mornings a week. There will only be one or two mornings a week where it seems to be… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
I was a cub reporter on a local newspaper in Limerick city, and I used to cover the district court meetings. All of life… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
The fundamental human truth underpinning 'Ox Mountain Death Song' is that men so very often turn into their fathers. The way that everything gets… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
I think journalism is useful training for a writer in the way it takes the preciousness out of the pragmatic side of the craft. — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
“And the view was suddenly clear to me. The world opened out to its grim beyonds and I realized that, at forty, one must… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
The short story is a very natural mode of storytelling; most stories can be told quickly. I always think of them as like a… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
I don't quite operate within the realist mode. I kind of push the stories out towards the cusp of believability - that's the area… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
