Sure, stories can be like a fire on a cold night. But they can burn too. There ain't nothin' can cut deeper or sting with more poison than words can.
There could be a trail of dead bodies from here to Arkansas.
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Mrs. Dower was gray. Her clothes, her hair, and the cloud above her head were all a shade of dark gray. With every breath she seemed to expel an invisible vapot of gloom.
It’s always that way when you’re looking at books. An hour goes by in a minute: you don’t know where the hell the time went.
It’s always that way when you’re looking at books. An hour goes by in a minute: you don’t know where the hell the time went. —John Dunning
That’s my main priority when it comes to food. Other people are obsessed with calories, nutritional value, antioxidants. I look at food and wonder: Can I eat that without having to put my book down?
In the distance, she heard the whistle of the afternoon train. Nora never tired of its long, heartrending note. What other sound could convey both the romance of returning home and the ache of leave-t...
To our congregation, Savannah whispered leadenly as Bryant
The wound is the place where the light enters you. —Pablo Neruda
The librarian, Ms. Glenda, has been there for ions. She has an uncanny memory for name and faces.
A bowling ball crashed into the pins and Jane jumped and realised her task was much bigger…Storyton Hall’s reputation was at stake as well. For decades, people had come to the resort seeking respite f...
Threw me off guard. The chief’s eyes crinkled
Einstein also said that ‘Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.’ He
Draiocht.It's the Gaelic word for magic That is what you are, Ella Mae. You are Other. You are magical.
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But when it looked as those the clam-kicker wouldn’t cooperate,
Books are everywhere; and always the same sense of adventure fills us . . . in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best frien...
Betty had her crocheting out again. The morning light winked off her needles and Olivia recognized that she was making a baby blanket.
As she inched forward through the congestion on Interstate 40, a highway that had been under construction for the past ten years, her mind wandered back to the photographs Detective McDowell had email...
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