“ Wendy’s house, unlike many in Cape Breton, had three floors, along with a basement and attic. Aside from Wendy’s bedroom, there was a laundry room. The dirty water in the sink would rush from the wash… Rebecca McNutt
“ Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a sing… Rebecca McNutt
“ This was a normal town once, and we were normal people. Most of us worked at the plastics factory on the outskirts of town. Then one day there was an accident... something escaped from the factory, a… R.L. Stine
“ I wish I could run away, Rudger told Jersey as they both rushed in and out of various patients’ rooms, darting around like little ants. I can’t leave and be on my own though, not right now, anyway.Why… Rebecca McNutt
“ A scattering of pinpoint lights shows up in the blackness ahead. A town or village straddling the highway. The indicator on the speedometer begins to lose ground. The man glances in his mirror at the… Cornell Woolrich
“ This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt… Kellie Elmore
“ It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It's something else to go home and visit with the… Walker Percy
“ [He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think. Victor Hugo
“ Another historical peculiarity of the place was the fact that its large mansions, those relics of another time, had not been reconstructed to serve as nursing homes for that vast population of comatos… John Cheever
“ Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazz… Pat Conroy
“ Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock nap… Harper Lee
“ Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?”He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her.… J.M. Stewart
“ Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further.He kissed her. J.M. Stewart
