#sentence

Indian summer is like a woman. ↗

— Grace Metalious

#opening-lines #simile #simile

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#teenagers

The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy - love which creates life? ↗

— Émile Zola

#last-sentence #love #money #life

All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout for him as they skated round the dirt sidewalks and seamed old asphalt of R Street and Reservoir Road that bounded the deep-grassed acres of Tohoga House, their home. ↗

— Christina Stead

#home

One truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat and poise, but down deeper it's the integrity of the writer as he matches with the language. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#deeper #down #integrity #language #matches

Hemingway was really early. I probably started reading him when I was just eleven or twelve. There was just something magnetic to me in the arrangement of those sentences. Because they were so simple - or rather they appeared to be so simple, but they weren't. ↗

— Joan Didion

#arrangement #because #early #eleven #hemingway

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

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