Posts tagged lit.

[Simon raised his glass to the assembled company.] ‘It is good to be home,’ he said.


    — Madeleine L’Engle, from Dragons in the Waters

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A poem should not mean
But be.


    — Archibald MacLeish, from “Ars Poetica”

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Final sentences:

African hut or whatever, I hope Holly has, too.

from Breakfast at Tiffany’s

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.

from In Cold Blood 

Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am lurning to pedal my plain so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.

from One Christmas

She beckoned to him, shining and silver, and he knew he must go: unafraid, not hesitating, he paused only at the garden’s edge where, as though he’d forgotten something, he stopped and looked back at the bloomless, descending blue, at the boy he had left behind.

from Other Voices, Other Rooms

We watched until he turned a bend at the corner, innocent of the menace he carried, the chrysanthemums that burned, that growled and roared against a greenly lowering dusk.

from The Thanksgiving Visitor


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'Can we take the long way home?'


    — Jason F. Wright, from The Cross Gardener

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It didn’t look as though it was moving, but it must have been, I suppose.


    — Nick Hornby, from A Long Way Down

There are no moves you truly make alone.


    — Bruce Brooks, from The Moves Make the Man