Quote by Marjorie Bowen

“I expelled my dust, the powder of everything I had destroyed with doubt, and he pulled it into his lungs.”

— Miranda July

“He shook his head slowly from side to side, as though it were very heavy. I could almost hear the contents sloshing.”

— Diana Gabaldon

“faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

“He shall bite the dust!”

— E.D.E.N. Southworth

“The dust was deep and crisp and even.”

— David Mitchell

“There is no person you can shake that dust will not fall off of.”

— Savy Theara

“There was no breath in him, no flush of blood, no taint of sweat or tears. Next to him, I felt the grossness of…

— Martine Leavitt

“We are all dust.”

— Tara Altebrando

“From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud.”

— Gabriel García Márquez

“He was up to his neck in it. He was breathing the air of its world, adapting to its gravity. The story's essence had…

— Haruki Murakami

“The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.”

— Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

“Everything he did was a physical thing.  When he spoke, my bones ached.  When he breathed, I felt it in my veins and on…

— Tyra Lynn