On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald in Tender is the Night
The road that led to Treegap had been trod out long before by a herd of cows who were, to say the least, relaxed.
~ Natalie Babbit in Tuck Everlasting
In these dungeons the darkness was complete, but Katsa had a map in her mind.
~ Kristin Cashore in Graceling
He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees.
~ Ernest Hemingway in For Whom the Bell Tolls
She was born Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she did not open her eyes for three days.
~ Shannon Hale in The Goose Girl
In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.
~ Carson McCullers in The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
The whole affair began so very quietly.
~ Mary Stewart in Madam, Will You Talk?
First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try.
~ Markus Zusak in The Book Theif
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York.
~ Betty Smith in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
~ Jane Austen in Pride and Prejudice
The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum.
~ Amy Tan in The Joy Luck Club
My mother did not tell me they were coming.
~ Tracy Chevalier in Girl with a Pearl Earring
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident.
~ Jane Hamilton in A Map of the World
One may as well begin with Helen's letters to her sister.
~ E.M. Forster in Howard's End
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.
~ Khaled Hosseini in The Kite Runner
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
~ Daphne du Maurier in Rebecca
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
~ Sylvia Plath in The Bell Jar
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