Just another writer
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Beautiful Sentences: Laudomia Bonnani
They were round, meek eyes, with straight eyelashes, the eyes of a pet. Laudomia Bonnani. The Reprisal.
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Beautiful Sentences: Elie Wiesel
But if all living people are guilty, can’t we deduce from this that no one is? Elie Wiesel, The Judges.
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Beautiful Sentences: Tom Rachman
What I really fear is time. That’s the devil: whipping us on when we’d rather loll, so the present sprints by, impossible to grasp, and all is suddenly past, a past that won’t hold still, that slides into these inauthentic tales. Tom Rachman. The Imperfectionists.
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Beautiful Sentences: Harriet Beecher Stowe
Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing,…
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Beautiful Sentences: Alberto Manguel
Some nights I dream of an entirely anonymous library in which books have no title and boast no author, forming a continuous narrative stream in which all genres, all styles, all stories converge, and all protagonists and all locations are unidentified, a stream into which I can dip at any point of its course. Alberto…
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Beautiful Sentences: Jeffery Eugenides
We knew that the girls were our twins, that we existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even deathm and that our job was…
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Beautiful Sentences: Alberto Manguel
Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth. Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night.