Bills Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson

“Time to Rise A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon my window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed, you…

— Robert Louis Stevenson

“A bird sings in the morning, an owl hoots at night...it's still a bloody bird.”

— Oliver Reed

“There was a merciless gnawing in my chest, a queer silent labor was going on in there. I pictured a score of nice teeny-weeny…

— Knut Hamsun

“I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom window,”

— Thomas Tryon

“Bleary-eyed one morning, with caffeine still missing from my system, I fumbled my way along the dusty path to the guest tents, calling out…

— Peter Allison

“He leant back to stare heavenwards, gently fingering the swollen skin around his black eye. But the river stank. Reduced by the heat like…

— Jim Kelly

“Here was the same murmuring quiet, broken only by an occasional whisper, the faint thud of a librarian stamping books or overdue notices, the…

— Stephen King

“It was five o’clock when the stupid rooster started crowing relentlessly, robbing me of my sleep. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. Dumbass bird…

— Alison Bliss

A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at…

— Karen Russell

“A bird hopped onto the foaming lilac outside. Its throat quivered; notes rose and fell out. As long as it kept singing and I…

— David Mitchell

“It was a dramatically patterned robin-sized songbird with a black hood, white waistcoat, and rich russet sides—a bird whose cheerful call of drink-your-teeeaaaaa was…

— Michael Sims

“Irwin was difficult to wake; the poor man was totally wiped out. He collapsed in one of the soft office chairs the moment Smith…

— Holly Rutan