The women of his family would become one with the earth’s creatures only by pressing the bones of whales against their rib cages until breathless.

The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.

The woman at the other end of the room stood unmoving, her posture a slender question mark, silhouetted against the light from the window. She had large dark eyes surrounded by thick lashes that appea...

The witch was as old as the mulberry treeShe lived in the house of a hundred clocksShe sold storms and sorrows and calmed the seaAnd she kept her life in a box.

The wise speak only of what they know, Gríma son of Gálmód. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death...

The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness to...

The willing are led by fate, the reluctant are dragged.

The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same.

The whole truth? Miss Bart laughed. What is truth?

The whole flock is helping to raise her, with Total insisting on French lessons and Nudge making sure she doesn't look like a cave girl (even though we pretty much live in caves). But it's only Fang w...

The whites were right to be afraid. One day the system would collapse in blood. An insurrection of one. She smiled for a moment, before the facts of her latest cell reasserted themselves. Scrabbling i...

The whiteness celebrated in Paris is Burning is not just any old brand of whiteness but rather that brutal imperial ruling-class capitalist patriarchal whiteness that presents itself -its way of life-...

The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

The wheel… is an extension of the foot. The book… is an extension of the eye…Clothing, an extension of the skin…Electric circuitry, an extension of the central nervous system.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud,if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.

The ways by which you may get money almost without exception lead downward. To have done anything by which you earned money is to have been truly idle or worse. If the laborer gets no more than the w...

The way of success is the way of continuous pursuit of knowledge.

The way Calvin's brain is wired you can almost hear the fuses blowing.

The water-dragon’s name was Lady Kiyomizu, although much to Junichiro’s horror she breezily told Laurence to call her Kiyo, and not to stand on formality. You have no manners anyway, she said, and the...

The water gripped her ankles with phantom hands, tugging her down. So she twisted, wrenching her arm free from the guard who held it. And so she pointed. One finger - at the king. Down down down that...