“Ordinary is not a word I would use to describe you.”— Steve Blackman, Leonard Peabody, John Magaro, imdb.com
“In its longest silence, trauma is ever more present. Trauma is the unsaid, the uncertain, that prolongs feelings of loss.”— Loren Kleinman, blog.pshares.org
“How would I describe myself? Three words: hardworking, alpha male, jackhammer, merciless, insatiable.”— Dwight Schrute, imdb.com
“She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches.”— Michael Faudet, amazon.com
“Once upon a time there was a serious, well-behaved young black cat. It belonged to a kind old lady who assured me that no other cat could compare with Kitty . . . She called it 'Kitty,' but Kitty called herself 'Miss Catherine St Quintin.”— Beatrix Potter, amazon.com
“This is a Tale about a tail — a tail that belonged to a little red squirrel, and his name was Nutkin.”— Beatrix Potter, amazon.com
“Saw Oscar Wilde and his wife just going into the Fine Arts to see the Holman Hunt. He is not peculiar as far as I noticed, rather a fine looking gentleman, but inclined to stoutness. The lady was strangely dressed, but I did not know her in time to see well.”— Beatrix Potter, amazon.com
“This day last year, how time moves and what it brings! So cold and stormy, and yet such gleams of peace and light making the darkness stranger and more dreary. How will it end for me?”— Beatrix Potter, amazon.com
“How I regret not opening my mouth, the down-lit cast of my glance where I studied that quality, sun- runner, gold bodied, how could I answer you with all this earth piled on my tongue, your limbs just stripped of anger, how could I say, yes, there is something on my mind rushing up as river in a loc…”— Kenzie Allen, narrativemagazine.com
“My thought at the collarbone: how the skin carries its light. One breathable membrane, an onion nerve filled and luminous. One half a current-ridden circuit, one hollow for these shoulders, curled spine. Wrists undamaged and strong ankles, free of any hurt.”— Kenzie Allen, narrativemagazine.com
“Don't just tell him what you're doing, tell him how it makes you feel, how it tastes, how it looks.”— Hannah Smothers, cosmopolitan.com
“But language is a treacherous thing, a most unsure vehicle, and it can seldom arrange descriptive words in such a way that they will not inflate the facts-by help of the readers imagination, which is always ready to take a hand, and work for nothing, and do the bulk of it at that.”— Mark Twain, amazon.com