Everything must go.
— M.T. Anderson, from Feed
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
— Thomas Hardy, from “The Darkling Thrush”
Watson," said he,"if it should ever strike you that I am getting a little overconfident in my powers, or giving less pains to a case then it deserves, kindly whisper ‘Norbury’ in my ear, and I shall be infinitely obliged to you.
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, from “The Adventure of the Yellow Face” in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
[What would it taste like, what would it feel like, if that liquid sliding down my throat was not champagne.] But the elixir of life.
— Katherine Neville, from The Eight
Gold for yes and green for no,
Seventeen the last to know.
— Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl, from Beautiful Creatures
[The child had been given free reign for she was all of nine years old now, her natural taste beginning to form, and white wreath and muslin dress were as simple as Anna’s own. But if there was a bridesmaid suffused with the sheer joy of living on such splendid and dazzling day, that bridesmaid was Ollie Byrne.] And Anna smiled and laid her hand lightly on the bright curls, and turned to walk steadily to where Rupert waited: a man who had passed beyond all doubt and uncertainty - a man who had come home.
— Eva Ibbotson, from The Secret Countess