A SENTENCE BY JOHN MUIR

May 19, 2012
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The surface snow, though sprinkled with stones shot down from the cliffs, was in some places almost pure, gradually becoming crystalline and changing to whitish porous ice of different shades of color, and this again changing at a depth of 20 or 30 feet to blue ice, some of the ribbon-like bands of which were [...]

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A SENTENCE BY AIMEE SEMPLE McPHERSON

May 12, 2012

Night gathered the purple fringed folds of her garments together and lifted them clear of the mountains that surrounded Los Angeles …. Hurry, sun, hurry! Sister Aimee takes an overwrought stab at dawn. Tweet

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A SENTENCE BY PETER MATTHIESSEN

May 5, 2012

If anybody finds this diary, I will throw myself into the river. Shadow Country chugs along nicely, then leaps into high gear when the voice of Carrie Watson chimes in. Tweet

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A SENTENCE BY TRACY CHEVALIER

April 28, 2012

Mary Anning and I are hunting fossils on the beach, she her creatures, I my fish. That’s a nice lilting sentence from Remarkable Creatures. Tweet

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A SENTENCE BY ANN PATCHETT

April 21, 2012
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Phan is clearly much happier since his death. That’s a nice one in The Magician’s Assistant. Tweet

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A SENTENCE BY SUSAN COLLINS

April 14, 2012

Destroying things is much easier than making them. Tell it like it is, Katniss. Tweet

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L SCREEN

April 9, 2012

Were the loon to calculate the number of hours contained in the 25 years he spent flinging baseballs plateward from behind one of these things, his right arm would spontaneously combust. As it is, it walks with a limp. Tweet

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A SENTENCE BY ERNST JUNGER

April 7, 2012

Bloody scraps of cloth and flesh had been left on bushes around the crater – a strange and dreadful sight that put me in mind of the butcher-bird that spikes its prey on thorn bushes. From Storm of Steel, the World War One memoir of a German soldier, reality trumping fiction.   Tweet

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TIME OUT FOR RED

April 2, 2012
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A SENTENCE BY KINGSLEY AMIS

March 31, 2012

His face was heavy, as if little bags of sand had been painlessly sewn into various parts of it, dragging the features away from the bones, if he still had bones in his face. Boy knew from hangovers. Tweet

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