His second novel was successful, but not so successful as to arouse the umbrageous susceptibilities of his competitors. In fact it confirmed them in their suspicions that he would never set the Thames...
His secretive nature detested the purpose of all interviews, their oppressive intimacy, their inescapable reality.
His security rests not only on what Alice does but also on what she thinks. Her fantasies are proof of her freedom and separateness, and that
His senior staff largely dealt with these dark hours by agreeing with him, no matter what he said.
His sentences didn't seem to have any verbs, which was par for a politician. All nouns, no action.
His separation from the rest of society is beyond vast. But we are not working within the parameters of reality; we are working within the parameters of televised sport. And that’s a critical differen...
His shadow and hers had become entangled in spite of his efforts to keep them apart. Although, truthfully, he hadn't tried that hard. He knew if she rejected him, the consequences to him would be dire...
His shirt read MUGGLE IN THE STREETS, WIZARD IN THE SHEETS.
His shirt, which seemed to be fashioned from a synthetic fabric composed of Handi-Wrap and styrofoam, featured a pair of bleeding eyeballs and a slick pink tongue that plunged into the depths of his w...
His shows on tape do not wear well. Topical humor can be hilarious at the time, but it seldom holds up. The moment is lost, the immediacy gone, and a modern listener is left, perhaps, with a sense of...
His silence hadn’t been helplessness—it hadn’t even been love. It had been pity.
His sinless life furnishes the perfect righteousness we lack.
His sister Kat, her husband, Morgan Williams, have been plucked from this life as fast as his daughters were taken, one day walking and talking and next day cold as stones, tumbled into their Thames-s...
His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.
His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwart...
His sister-in-law Sylvia represented for him unceasing, unsleeping activities of a fantastic kind.
His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, a...
His skin covers me entirely; we are like two halves of a seed, enclosed in the same integument. I should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me, like those queens in fairy tales w...
His skin is so hard and rough, it’s like shaking a piece of tree bark.
His skin shimmered with veins of pure gold -- iridescent, like a blue butterfly.
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