'Nobody can say what they will do.'
Philippa Gregory, from The Other Boleyn Girl
If I leave him now, I will save myself from terrible things, but as the waves beat against the shore, I lie back and watch his arm move, like a cloud of butterflies rising and falling, and the bright sand dropping like diamonds in the morning sun.
— Beth Nugent, from Live Girls
The wind continued to blow, without respite.
— Ismail Kadare, from The General of the Dead Army,
trans. Derek Coltman
He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
— Maggie Stiefvater, from The Scorpio Races
Slowly, he lowers his fingertips nearer my skin till I can feel their heat on my cheeks and then, without a sound, without the slightest incantation, he closes my eyes.
— Steven Amsterdam, from Things We Didn’t See Coming
I think everybody knew it would be the last drop of pleasure.
— Anaïs Nin, from “Marcel” in Delta of Venus