#prose

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#love-story #prose #prose-poetry #love

It was not till toward the end of the thirteenth century that the prose romances began to appear. ↗

— Thomas Bulfinch

#began #century #end #prose #romances

Writing anything is terribly hard but, alas for me, because I am addicted, a heck of a lot of fun. I often am sorry I ever started writing prose, because it is so hard. But I can't stop. ↗

— Judy Collins

#alas #am #anything #because #ever

A lot of powerful people in Washington may think it's a crazy-leftist-fringe position to think the intellectual authors of a torture regime should be investigated and prosecuted. ↗

— John Cusack

#intellectual #investigated #lot #may #people

If you're a prosecutor, and you believe the defendant is guilty, you only talk about ultimate truth, but not intermediate truth. If you're the defense attorney, you care deeply about intermediate truth, but you tend to neglect ultimate truth. ↗

— Alan Dershowitz

#attorney #believe #care #deeply #defendant

Time held no meaning as my mind darted in and out of memories. Past and present collided to create a full-sensory collage out of my life: playing hide-n-seek with my best friends Luke—who always cheated by walking through walls when he was about to be caught—and Lucy; Mr. Caldrin critiquing my sketches and offering ideas to make them more realistic; targets changing faces, blending into the same person, their thoughts rippling through my mind like waves. Through it all, a demon stalked me from the shadows of my memories, never quite showing its face, but crouching, waiting. And then I dreamed.... ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#poetic-prose #change

One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose. ↗

— Voltaire

#deny #few #fewer #merit #more

Police forces collect information to be used in a public court to get people convicted. Security services gather information that does not necessarily lead to people being prosecuted and in many cases needs to remain confidential. ↗

— Gijs de Vries

#cases #collect #confidential #convicted #court

The newspaper is, in fact, very bad for one's prose style. That's why I gravitated towards feature stories where you get a little more leeway in the writing style. ↗

— Tom Wolfe

#fact #feature #get #gravitated #i