Quote by Ross Macdonald

“The guitar filled with rain, rain softened the paper sacks, the sacks split and perfume spilled on the pavement, pearls rolled in the gutter:…

— Truman Capote-Breakfast at Tiffany's

“I walked up the driveway. The cats were sprawled about, pooped. In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20…

— Charles Bukowski

“Sometimes she’d just walk around the city alone. Watch the people, smell the food, the bus exhaust, the smoke coming up through the grating.…

— Carrie Fisher

“My old black cat, he passed away this morning. He never knew what a heartache was. Woke up late and he danced till noon.…

— Ian Anderson Old Black Cat

“In the fall of the year I turned sixteen, I jumped out of my bedroom window and ran away. The night’s black roads wound…

— Le Thi Diem Thuy

“The fact that Cincinnati thought I resembled him in any way sickened me. It made me want to run and hide. When I was…

— Ruta Sepetys

“A cat came out of an alley, took a look at all the snow, and went back in. Farther on up the street a…

— David Goodis

“I sprinted down the alley, not fast enough to avoid the cold water rolling down my back, with a childlike shriek. I caught his…

— Veronica Roth

“I rested my cheek against his back and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. It reminded me of his apartment, and his sheets,…

— Jamie McGuire

“I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and I half…

— Kazuo Ishiguro

“When I had that idea about the gaslights in the street, I glanced at the sky. It was very dark, but I could make…

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Not only was there no traffic but the rain came down in buckets and I had no shelter. I had to run under some…

— Jack Kerouac