#sentence

Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#humor #humor

Well we took it apart scene by scene. We examined every sentence, every full stop, every comma. He has a most wonderful eye for detail, Roman, and you know, he's a very good artist. ↗

— Ronald Harwood

#artist #comma #detail #every #examined

It can be summed up in one sentence. Does this person have something to teach my students? No one has ever let us down. ↗

— James Lipton

#down #ever #let us #person #sentence

...it woke me up, got me focused back on my current tasks: find Libby, save Libby, find James, kiss James, maul James, press James for details on Stiles, find Stiles, fight Stiles, find Morgan, find his bride, make them fall in love, make Naomi understand, make Libby normal again, kiss James again, eat a few prices of fruit. Total order. ↗

— Beth Bloom

#humor #run-on-sentence #run-on-sentence-award #funny

The moment that I realized my name was going to be said in the same sentence as children and sex, that's really intense. That's something I knew from that very moment, whatever happens past that point, something's out there in the air that is really bad. ↗

— Paul Reubens

#bad #children #going #happens #i

Twelve years after Robin's death, no one knew any more about how he had ended up hanged from a tree in his own yard than they had on the day it happened. ↗

— Donna Tartt

#death

However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it. ↗

— James Schuyler

#however #much #poem #prose #reduced

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

I mean people just have a way of - y'know they'll review your record in two sentences and put you in this little stupid box that you don't want to be in. ↗

— Elliott Smith

#i #just #know #little #mean

Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat. ↗

— Truman Capote

#home