Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Magic Time
Gary and this fellow Val kept looking at car keys like old magicians studying old dried herbs, weird! (The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer)
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Utah Colors
Monday, October 01, 2012
Prison Cliff
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Twofer
Bailey didn't look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children's mother, a young woman in slacks, whose face was as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like a rabbit's ears. (A Good Man Is Hard To Find by Flannery O'Connor)
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Shackled and Drunk
The only sound in the messhall was Harrogate struggling to free himself from the table. Wilson was standing over him like a faith healer over a paraplegic. (Suttree by Cormac McCarthy)
Monday, July 30, 2012
Roofing
Slusser turned toward the guards in a half crouch and they fell upon him with slapsticks flailing...The slapsticks were going whop whop whop, Slusser on the floor with just the pick sticking out, the guards hammering away from kneeling positions like carpenters on a roof. (Suttree by Cormac McCarthy)
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
City Moon
Above the heat and the improbable skyline of the city a brass moon has risen and the clouds run before it like watered ink. (Suttree by Cormac McCarthy)
Friday, July 13, 2012
Jumpin' Bean
"Well, Pa seen him, an' Pa, he figgers he's the bes' Jesus-jumper in these parts. So Pa picks out a feeny bush 'bout twicet as big as Uncle John's feeny bush, and Pa lets out a squawk like a sow litterin' broken bottles, an' he takes a run at that feeny bush an' clears her an' bust his right leg." (Character speaking: Casy, John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath)
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)
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Painting a Political Picture
The lioness of Chappaqua is hot on the trail of the Chicago gazelle, eager to gnaw him to pieces, like a harrowing scene out of a George Stubbs painting. (Maureen Dowd in The NYT).
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The Devils Made Him Do It
“Sean Avery is like a case of jock rash. It’s there, it bothers you, and eventually you have to just play through it.” (The New Yorker quoting a retired NHL referee, Paul Stewart, on Avery's playoff antics.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
In Surgery, Checking the Light Upstairs
My surgery lasted nine hours, and for most of it I had to be awake, so that the doctors could test the connection, like asking somebody to go upstairs and see if the light in the bedroom comes back on while you fiddle with the circuit-breaker box in the basement.(Michael Kinsley in The New Yorker).
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