A SENTENCE BY CONFUCIUS
There is no spectacle more agreeable than to observe an old friend fall from a roof top. Confucius – The Dark Side.
There is no spectacle more agreeable than to observe an old friend fall from a roof top. Confucius – The Dark Side.
My donors have always tended to do much better than expected. Swell sentence, swell book, book being Never Let Me Go.
To the man who is afraid everything rustles. Hey, what was that?
Whatever they might have thought of Harding, and Jess was quite aware of the social disdain such people had for simple folk like W. G and his Duchess, the presence of Ohio in that room, with all the state’s wealth not to mention electoral votes, made even the fat small shrill Colonel reverent. That’s from […]
But the tree next to the lunch-box tree was even more wonderful, for it bore quantities of tin dinner pails, which were so full and heavy that the stout branches bent underneath their weight. Why this sentence from Ozma of Oz? Simply because of the gifted storyteller’s use of the word ‘for’. He loved ‘for’ […]
They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. Yes, it’s from THAT story by the old ex-con, the one with the magi and the gift and such.
She was like a cat or a bird feeding, making happy little pecks and darts and licks at the food and every now and again peeping up to see was everything in order. From DREAM OF FAIR to middling WOMEN, first novel by the 26 year old in thrall to Jimmy the Joyce.
I had been to school most all the time, and I could spell, and read, and write just a little, and could say the multiplication table up to six times seven is thirty-five, and I don’t reckon I could ever get any further than that if I was to live forever. That’s a fine sentence, […]
No one saw the brief flare in the star named Argos; it would be years before astronomers would connect the Day of Pain with the End of Worthing. An alluring sentence in the first paragraph of The Worthing Saga
Broken images exploded softly in Carl’s head, and he was moving out of himself in a silent swoop. One of the more demure sentences in Burrough’s lighthearted romp through a world of drug addicts and brutal orgasms.