Baked Quote by Paul Bowles

He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.

— Douglas Adams

“The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity drifting lazily…

— John Grisham

And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted…

— Anonymous

“His soul, it seemed to him, was more than empty. It was desiccated, reduced to the powder of its substance and now in danger…

— Randy Attwood

“There were a thousand noises: spoons clattering, liquid being poured in glugs, a deep, unctuous bubbling from the stove. Heat blasted him in a…

— Laura Madeleine

... everything seemed to him a uniform shade of gray- even the people! He had been unable to believe it could rain so much…

— Cassandra Clare

“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

“He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as…

— Ray Bradbury

And some days, he went on, were days of hearing every trump and trill of the universe. Some days were good for tasting and…

— Ray Bradbury

“And yet he felt forebodings. Some nameless threat lurked just around the corner of the world for the sun to rise again. The feeling…

— Walter M. Miller Jr

“The heat of late afternoon closed in around us like an animate thing; you could feel it on your skin, warm and moist, like…

— Geraldine Brooks

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings…

— Stephen King