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“May I cut off the head of dead Miss Lucy?”

— Bram Stoker

“But this was one way of knowing people, she thought: to know the outline, not the detail, to sit in one's garden and look…

— Virginia Woolf

“This could ruin all of Emmaline's plans. She could not have [the girl] fall for a farmer, especially one that couldn't afford a decent…

— Sarah Holman

“We found it!" Charlotte yelled, as they ran back through the house. "We found it, we found it!" Eddie, Mr. Mallery, and Colonel Andrews…

— Shannon Hale

“The barberry berry sticks on the small hedge, cold slits the same crease in the finger, the same thorn hurts. The leaf repeats the…

— Robert Lowell

“They headed back into the maze of gardens. The shrubberies seemed to crawl. Victoria ignored them, pushing past thorns and brambles and suspiciously roachlike…

— Claire Legrand

“But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down;…

— William Wordsworth

“I would rather face the devil himself than that man,” Elizabeth said with a repressed shudder. “I daresay,” Lucinda agreed, clutching her umbrella with…

— Judith McNaught

“It was him, it was always him, they only needed to stand there with their feet buried into the muddy moss and look at…

— C. JoyBell C

“Running her fingertips across the complicated edging of the desk, she discovered that the curlicues actually formed a vine. And there were dates inscribed…

— J.R. Ward

“Maybe it's a reminder from Henri that you're supposed to rake the lawn.”

— Pittacus Lore

“She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald