To Summers Jim said, “All Boone hankers for is fat meat and a fire and to be away from folks.” The Big Sky is jest about as good as you can get if you’re hankerin’ to read a yarn about a mountain man in the Old West.
“Gad, Henderson, I must confess that my recent post-prandial ambulatory experience proved to be most invigorating.” “Say, you mugs oughta try it sometime.” “I can dig it, man.” “Dude, like, totally.”
What was most strange was that away from her head streamed out her black hair in every direction, so that the darkness in the hayloft looked as if it were made of her hair; but as Diamond gazed at her in speechless amazement, mingled with confidence – for the boy was entranced with her mighty […]
“Praps ye sits here and chats with it a bitsy, my preciouss.” How could the loon possibly fail to highlight the gollum? He couldn’t, I tells you. Oh, and the definitive gollum voice was created by a most monumental loon, Brother Theodore.
The lightning flashed all night, playing with its livid glare upon the neighboring trees, revealing the vast expanse of the plain, and then leaving us shut in as if by a palpable wall of darkness. In 1846, Mr. Parkman of Massachusetts wandered the plains with a traveling village of Lakota people and wrote admirable sentences […]
Beards of ice hung from the understructure of the train, and the air pierced them. When an Australian novelist tackles non-fiction, you get some nifty sentences like this one from Schindler’s Ark.
This milling stone in a Tahoe meadow was used by Washoe women 200 years ago.
Then she slipped through it, and shut it behind her, and stood with her back against it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder, and delight. Here in a key scene from The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett demonstrates effectively the use of commas, particularly those last two.