"I know ye to be cowards, and it is to cowards I speak."
The Adventures of Mowgli -- Rudyard Kipling
"I know ye to be cowards, and it is to cowards I speak."
The Adventures of Mowgli -- Rudyard Kipling
Suddenly there was a sharp noise.
("The Box Man" by Kobo Abe)
I took everything out, and, stretching out among the fallen peaches, I rested them across my abdomen.
Which hand?
I'll go with the left so I'll have the right one left to type.
"The women sought work as typewriters, stenographers, seamstresses, and weavers."
The devil in the white city by Erik Larson
"Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob."
White-Jacket, Herman Melville
"If the add-a-beads got tacky, what else will as you go along?"
The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris
"Let us then once for all drop all nonsense about Joan being cracked, and accept her as at least as sane as Florence Nightingale, who also combined a very simple iconography of religious belief with a mind so exceptionally powerful that it kept her in continual trouble with the medical and military panjandrums of her time. "
'Saint Joan' by G.B. Shaw
"it is precisely laughter that destroys the epic, and in general destroys any hierarchical (distancing and valorized) distance."
The Dialogic Imagination: Four Essays, by Mikhail Mikhailovich Bakhtin, translated by Caryl Emerson and Michael Holquist.
There was silence for a moment.
Arthur C. Clarke- Childhood's End
Brilliant!
"Opening the catalogue - which has been cleverly constructed so as to be operable to both left- and right-handed users - you will notice that each magnificent full-colour life-size page is equipped with its own individual number, expertly chosen to correspond to the page it is on, in elegant time-honoured numerals."
69 for 1, Alan Coren.
"You see Marullo has arthritis, and besides he has other interests."
The Winter of Our Discontent
'Looks pretty happy to be helping the Empress of Scotland, doesn't he.' from Doctor Who - The Forgotten Army
When the meat had been removed from the carcass, the women handed them the skin.
Sarum ~ Edward Rutherfurd
"And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd;"
Oliver Goldsmith - "The Deserted Village"
"There was crackling, something breaking in his brain as the pain swelled and he had just managed to think, with complete certainty - I'm dying."
Handling the Undead - John Ajvide Lindqvist