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Kate DiCamillo quote: "He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill..."
He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it. Kate DiCamillo
He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower. James Joyce
He was trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life and weave them into a pattern; to find his way through the sanguine labyrinth of passion through which he was wandering. Oscar Wilde
He'd come back, all open and helpless, and I suppose that's what won her around in the end. But it was so sad, because it was being himself that he found so difficult to cope with. Melvin Burgess
He’d heard of this woman. The Dame de Doubtance, they called her: a madwoman and a caster of horoscopes. Gaultier gave her house-room and men and women came to her from all the known world and had their futures foretold—if she felt like it. She had given some help once to Lymond, on her own severe terms, because of a distant link, it was said, with his family. Plainly, a crazy old harridan. But if she was going to tell Lymond he ought to find a nice girl and marry her, Jerott wanted very much... Dorothy Dunnett
Jane Austen quote: "He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and..."
He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again. Jane Austen
Cormac McCarthy quote: "He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes,..."
He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is. Cormac McCarthy
He doesn’t look very smart,” Diesel said. “He’s not even giving me the finger.” “Can monkey’s do that?” Hal asked. Carl gave him the finger. “Cool!” Hal said. Janet Evanovich
Orson Scott Card quote: "he would have been lost except he started out lost and when..."
...he would have been lost except he started out lost and when you start out completely lost, it's hard to get loster. Orson Scott Card
He was an artist when he saw society: it never crossed his mind that society had to be like this; had any right, had any business being like this. A car in the street. Why? Why cars? This is what an artist has to be: harassed to the point of insanity or stupefaction by first principles. Martin Amis
He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold... Edith Wharton
Elfriede Jelinek quote: "He lies like a book. And he reads a lot of books."
He lies like a book. And he reads a lot of books. Elfriede Jelinek
He nodded then cocked his head and gave me a sharp, policeman like look, as though realizing that he had been on the wrong page with me all along. I fell under the heading of Dealing with Assholes. Michael Chabon
He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. F. Scott Fitzgerald
He reached out with one bird-claw hand. He closed it around my wrist and I could feel the hot cancer that was loose and raving through his body, eating anything and everything left that was still good to eat. Stephen King

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