Indian summer is like a woman.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
Who is John Galt?
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
The first time Caesar approached Cora about running north, she said no.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.
