As I board the tour bus, a fired encore is still ringing in my ears, and then suddenly a separated female voice calls out to me - full of cracked now-or-never embarrassment above the still Illinois winter atmosphere of midnight, and it was dark, and I looked the other way.
— Morrissey, from Autobiography
'Three dollars a bottle - but a bargain at any price!'
Carolyn Keene, from The Secret of Red Gate Farm (Nancy Drew #6)
Black night above and around him, mocked by a chilling wind, Doctor Svenson looked helplessly at the impossibly distant gondola and began to climb, hand over bloodied hand, gasping, sobbing, all the terrors of hell screaming below his feet, his eyes now screwed shut in agony.
— Gordon Dahlquist, from The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters: Volume One
And even through the thick glass of the observation tower, Opal was sure she could hear laughter in the wind followed by a playful taunt:
— Jennifer McMahon, from Promise Not to Tell
"But really," she said, "you’re just at the beginning."
— Haruki Murakami, from “UFO in Kushiro”
[“Yes? Stop biting your lip, and say it.”
“Thank you, my thief.”]
“You’re welcome, my queen.”
— Megan Whalen Turner, from The Thief