Quote by M.L. Stedman

“The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing…

— Cormac McCarthy

“For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“He lost, for that moment, all the days and dogmas of his past; his concepts, his problems, his pain were wiped out; he knew…

— Ayn Rand

“He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person. He allowed…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.”

— A.K. Kuykendall

“How easy it is to create ghosts, he thinks as he begins to die a minute later, feeling his mind closing chamber by chamber,…

— Nadeem Aslam

“The termagant who had dragged him out on long, boring walks, who had tried in vain to censor his reading, who had labeled him…

— Jonathan Keates

“Those young-man dreams of living each day as if it were your last, they wore off; showed up, in the cold light of after-fifty,…

— Mick Herron

“He got to his feet and stumbled away from the stench of his vomit, making his way through this graveyard of old glories, heading…

— Clive Barker

“No rules. No Revision. No Doctrine up here. Dizzying. He could be free if he wanted. Among enemies. He could stay here and keep…

— Aleksandr Voinov

“He could never stand still but now Something that had once been my son Lay there restless spirit Who left the house one rainy…

— Edward Hirsch

“I've had so much time to think that my words have deserted. All that's left is the ache and frustration of being alive -…

— Vikki Wakefield