The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We p...

The leafless trees, with their black branches stretched hysterically in every direction, looked to him like illustrations of a central nervous system racked by disease: studies of human suffering anat...

The general public have a warped view of the speed at which an investigation proceeds. They like to imagine tense conversations going on behind the venetian blinds and unshaven, but ruggedly handsome,...

The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral, and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral s...

The boldness of his mind was sheathed in a scabbard of politeness.

The albino found himself brooding upon the nature of all unholy bargains, of his own dependency upon the hellsword Stormbringer, of his willingness to summon supernatural aid without thought of any sp...

The American woods have been unnerving people for 300 years. The inestimably priggish and tiresome Henry David Thoreau thought nature was splendid, splendid indeed, so long as he could stroll to town...

That's not the spirit of the law, Emma. Remember? I thought it was 'the Law is annoying, but it is also flexible.

Thackeray's a good writer and Flaubert is a great artist. Trollope is a good writer and Dickens is a great artist. Colette is a very good writer and Proust is a great artist. Katherine Anne Porter was...

Simple shapes are inhuman. They fail to resonate with the way nature organizes itself or with the way human perception sees the world.

She laughed - a bit louder than I could have wished in my frail state of health, but then she is always a woman who tends to bring plaster falling from the ceiling when amused.

Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco,

Once he left the Haywood out for her with a page number on a scrap of paper, and she opened the book to recipes for Distillation. Jess laughed at the page George had found for her. There, between inst...

Oh, that flipped my bitch switch from meh to pure I’m going to cut a bitch rage.

Notwithstanding our boastful assertions to the world, for nearly a century, that our government was based on the consent of the people, it rests upon force, as much as any government that ever existed...

My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an ol...

Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

It was if the devil himself had devised the perfect earthly torture for Lady Alicia Lawrence. Now how will I occupy myself when I get to hell?

If you’re really hard up, I can introduce you to my grandmother. She’s a fan. Adam blinked. She doesn’t typically sleep with pretty young things, but she would make an exception in your case. You migh...