“Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.”— Jack London, amazon.com
“Midnight fell at the First Bank of Cleveland with the lonely clang of the great clock in the lobby.”— D.M. Pulley, amazon.com
“While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years.”— Donna Tartt, amazon.com
“Towards the close of the Middle Ages, in 1285, there lived three men whose lives would intersect and forever change history.”— Jon M. Sweeney, amazon.com
“Languid, Lovely, Lonely; the swans arched their beautiful necks and turned to gaze at him as he stood rooted to the shore, his feet encased in mud.”— Melanie Benjamin, amazon.com
“Does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?”— Donna Tartt, amazon.com
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”— Gabriel Garcia Marquez, amazon.com
“I flipped through the CT scan images, the diagnosis obvious: the lungs were matted with innumerable tumors, the spine deformed, a full lobe of the liver obliterated.”— Paul Kalanithi, amazon.com
“Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.”— George Eliot, amazon.com
“She’s buried beneath a silver birch tree, down towards the old train tracks, her grave marked with a cairn.”— Paula Hawkins, amazon.com