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...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges. Thomas Wolfe
He did not himself believe in the supernatural, but the thing happened, and he proposed to tell it as simply as possible. It was stupid of him to say that it shook his faith in mundane affairs, for it was just as mundane as anything else. Indeed the really frightening part about it was the horribly tangible atmosphere in which it took place. None of the outlines wavered in the least. The creature would have been less remarkable if it had been less natural. It seemed to overcome the usual laws... T. H. White
He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words. Elizabeth Gaskell
He looked as if he'd got a lot of pleasure out of going ten rounds with your grandmother and making sure she went the whole distance. Richard Brautigan
J. K. Rowling quote: "He must have known I'd want to leave you."No, he must have..."
He must have known I'd want to leave you."No, he must have known you would always want to come back. J. K. Rowling
He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. F. Scott Fitzgerald
He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to live decently and pay his way, who could have... E. M. Forster
Ted Hughes quote: "He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his..."
He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of. Ted Hughes
[He] saw that a peculiar expression had come into his nephew's face; an expression a little like that of a young hindu fakir who having settled himself on his first bed of spikes is beginning to wish that he had chosen one of the easier religions. P. G. Wodehouse
He did not like the grown-ups who talked down to him, but the ones who went on talking in their usual way, leaving him to leap along in their wake, jumping at meanings, guessing, clutching at known words, and chuckling at complicated jokes as they suddenly dawned. He had the glee of the porpoise then, pouring and leaping through strange seas. T. H. White
He is a brilliant man, said Miss Doggett. She helped him a good deal in his work, I think. Mrs. Bonner says that she even learned to type so that she could type his manuscripts for him. 'Oh, then he had to marry her,' said Miss Morrow sharply. 'That kind of devotion is worse than blackmail - a man has no escape from that. Barbara Pym
"He sang the song of the sword, keening as he fed his blade, and Rollo, standing thigh-deep in the creek, ax swinging in murderous blows, blocked the enemy's escape. The Frisians, transported from confidence to bowel-loosening fear, began to drop their weapons. Bernard Cornwell
Kurt Vonnegut quote: "He would make a good lamp post if he'd weather better and..."
He would make a good lamp post if he'd weather better and didn't have to eat. Kurt Vonnegut
He was much changed and grown even thinner since Pyotr Ivanovich had last seen him, but, as is always the case with the dead, his face was handsomer and above all more dignified than than when he was alive. Leo Tolstoy
He spoke in that sweet and steely voice which he reserved for great occasions and practiced for hours together in his bedroom. Gilbert K. Chesterton

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