The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.
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.
String theory is an attempt at a deeper description of nature by thinking of an elementary particle not as a little point but as a little loop of vibrating string.
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
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.
To label myself is similar to thinking that I can come up with a single phrase to explain the universe.
All this happened in much less time than it takes to tell, since I am trying to interpret for you into slow speech the instantaneous effect of visual impressions.
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...