Busstations Quote by Michael Chabon

“I may have smiled to myself as I watched the familiar pattern of the town pass, the bus cruising through shade to sunshine. I'd…

— Emma Cline

“breathed into Alessio’s jacket. Other than his cologne, I could smell him. And that was enough to make me feel safe again.”

— Lylah James

“When I got close to him, he smelled clean and steamy, like a late June-rain. And I was reduced to a ridiculous, blubbering pile…

— Holly Schindler

“The stench of his own waste greeted him as he moved between the tall towers. That wasn't how you were supposed to greet someone,…

— Hugh Howey

“And then he was there, staring at me from behind the screen door. I'd like to say he no longer affected me, that seeing…

— Candace Bushnell

“I left the apartment without even bothering to close the door behind me. Once outside, I faced a world of buildings and faces that…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“He smelled like magic and sweat and the sea, but there was something else beneath all that, something sweet and warm like honey, and…

— Cassandra Rose Clarke

“It simply fell from him, like a heavy overcoat he'd shrugged off, no longer needing its warmth or bulk to protect him.”

— Joyce Carol Oates

“I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me…

— Ann Aguirre

“He’d stood across the street for several minutes, on the verge of making a move, but in the end he’d turned away and taken…

— Jeremy Duns

“I wanted to feel sorry for him, or disgusted by him, or something definitive. But I wasn't, or couldn't. His jacket looked nice on…

— Dabney Lazar

“Last week I was very ill. I'm finally starting to feel like myself again. Which is great, because before I felt like Napoleon. And…

— Jarod Kintz