Quote by William Gibson

“He lay, often, looking at her sleeping face in the new light that fell in through the open walls of the strange house, and…

— Iain M. Banks

“Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“She was yawning, and he saw the red interior of her mouth as if it had been a snake’s. She had stretched one arm…

— Thomas Hardy

“The patterns overhead shifted so that, had she an imagination prone to hysteria, she could easily convince herself something hid in the curtains above…

— Carolyn Jewel

“He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and…

— Charlotte Stein

“He looked at his face carefully in the glass, put a big dab of lather on each cheek-bone. "It's an honest face. It's a…

— Ernest Hemingway

“...I asked her if he missed my poppa. She said she did. But God had always made it so that women outlived men. That…

— Brian Keith Jackson

“He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long…

— Charles Dickens

“When I awoke, sunlight streamed into my room through a gap in the drapes, and I blinked. I found myself sprawled across the bed,…

— Christina Boyd

“I stood surrounded by naked women not one of them bearing even the remotest resemblance to a centerfold. We had large thighs and round…

— Phyllis Curott

“The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection…

— Emily Brontë

“She had not heard him enter, and hardly realized his presence there. She was yawning, and he saw the red interior of her mouth…

— Thomas Hardy