A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
The only thing that comes close to defining me correctly is my love.
The bowler approached the wicket at a lope, a trot, and then a run. He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball.
The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.
This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat;...
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very...
Tulips were a tray of jewels.
While the bible is GOD because the word of GOD is GOD, please understand that GOD cannot be contained in the bible. To believe otherwise is to make an infinite GOD finite.
He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird
Something had shifted between us, faintly, but the change was almost palpable. Our friendship had sat lightly between us, an ephemeral thing, without weight or gravity. Once, in the Boboli Gardens, un...