Thursday, June 28, 2012
All Shook Up
The fact of his eventual death shook him like a terrier shaking a rat. He could only squeal in pain. (Matterhorn by Karl Marlantes.)
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Picture Perfect
Her blond hair framed her face like crabgrass does flagstone. (The Bayou Trilogy by Daniel Woodrell.)
Monday, June 25, 2012
The Big Gulp
The back of his head and his sternum ached, the wolfed-down Egg McMuffin shifted at the bottom of his stomach like a shipwreck on the ocean floor. (The Inquisitor by Mark Allen Smith.)
Sunday, June 24, 2012
I Do It For The Glory
Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning towards dynamite. (John Steinbeck from East of Eden)
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Slipping Away
And he lay very quietly and tried to hold onto himself that he felt slipping away from himself as you feel snow starting to slip sometimes on a mountain slope . . . (Ernest Hemingway in For Whom the Bell Tolls)
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