Posts tagged prose.

She opened the wide double doors of the Academy, and made her entrance.


    — Sara Zarr, from The Lucy Variations

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He had completed his work, which was to inform people that Mamoon had counted for something as an artist, that he’d been a writer, a maker of worlds, a teller of important truths, and that this was a way of changing things, of living well, and of creating freedom.


    — Hanif Kureishi, from The Last Word

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In the present case, it is as essential to surmount a consciousness of an unreal freedom and to recognise a dependence not perceived by our senses.


    —

Leo Tolstoy, from War and Peace (Trans. Constance Garnett)


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Which it will be, not even the Gods know—yet.


    — Arthur C. Clarke, from 2010: Odyssey Two

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He climbed into the hearse.


    — Aldous Huxley, from Crome Yellow

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With his own hand wrote Hassan, son of Ali:
I did not know he was so unhappy.
Peace to his tormented soul!


    — Meša Selimović, from Death and the Dervish (Trans. Bogdan Rakić and Stephen M. Dickey)