When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself changed into a monstrous cockroach. I hate it when that happens.
How was it possible for a nose – which had only yesterday been on his face and could neither drive nor walk – to be in uniform! The loon pays humble homage to his 19th century direct ancestor and superior.
One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better. By Jove, she’s got it. And not only that, but she went and put it into the mouth of her narrator in The Sea, The Sea.
The evening, I remember, was still and cloudy; the London air was at its heaviest; the distant hum of the street-traffic was at its faintest; the small pulse of life within me and the great heart of the city around me seemed to be sinking in unison, languidly and more languidly, with the sinking sun. […]
On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins. This is my favorite sentence in all of literature. How can I make such a statement? When I reached it for the first time, I erupted from my chair and filled the air with obscene epithets of praise. Never had […]
Early one June morning in 1872 I murdered my father – an act which made a deep impression on me at the time. Ladies and gentlemen, that right there is one nifty sentence. It opens a short story called ‘The Perfect Conflagration’.
When the future anthropologist’s mother emphatically declared, “You shall not study early west African cultures,” the young girl simply replied, “Ah, shan’t I?”
I can go on a beach and stand perfectly upright, touching nothing but the soles of my feet to the ground for four minutes, with my hands held high above my head, and at the end of that time there will be sand in my pockets, on the back of my neck, around my belt […]
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
