“I swung my hips around like I unscrewed at the waist.”

“Im jealous not of their money to spend, but jealous that, for them, going home is a simple matter of turning down the correct lane.”

“I had spent so much time secretly scared of rape that in that moment I was hardly even afraid anymore. Or rather I had moved on to my next fearwhat happens when its over? Would I be left there, alo...”

“I’m jealous – not of their money to spend, but jealous that, for them, going home is a simple matter of turning down the correct lane.”

“I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”

“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like b...”

“It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be love...”

“Miss Parkinson lived alone in a big bay-windowed house of Edwardian brick with a vast garden of decaying fruit trees and untidy hedges of gigantic size. She was great at making elderberry wine and ...”

“The child was slender as fleeting hope.”

“They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake.”

“...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.”

“Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves,Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.”

“In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. Owen Barfield”