Hedge Quotes (page 3)
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn. Stand shadowless like silence, listening. To silence, for no lonely bird would sing. Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright. With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Thomas Hood
I don't like writing straight-up thrillers. I like writing about families hurled into crisis and danger - soccer moms and regular dads and husbands who might have to rescue their daughters or who are, say, hedge fund managers and have one foot on the sidelines watching their kids and the other in nefarious cover-ups and conspiracies.
Andrew Gross