Little by little Quote by W.G. Sebald

“There was no breath in him, no flush of blood, no taint of sweat or tears. Next to him, I felt the grossness of…

— Martine Leavitt

“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 is nothing down here,' said the pale thing indistinctly. 'Nothing but dust and damp and forgetting.”

— Neil Gaiman

“She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences…

— Khaled Hosseini

“But for all the feet that had trodden it, it remained ordinary dust, which seemed to make everything much sadder.”

— William Golding

“He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.”

— James Dashner

“You are like a shell,” he said. “A seashell. Hollow but beautiful.” “Hollow.” She nodded. For the rest of the day, they sat not…

— Ramona Ausubel

“He thought other resourceful people would have come, over the years, to look at it, and that the house would wear its own mild…

— Alan Hollinghurst

“Very slowly, he turned a full circle, taking in the nothingness of it all. It seemed his lungs could never be large enough to…

— M.L. Stedman

“All around him, for as far as he could see, lay a rough land strewn with rocks, with not a drop of water, nor…

— Haruki Murakami

“I was surrounded by words and stories and dust-speckled light. That's a pretty perfect way to be.”

— Natalie Lloyd

“So he lay there, desperate as a beetle fallen on its back, trying not to think of all the things he did not want…

— Benjamin Black