“One fine day in early summer, a young man lay thinking in Central Park.”
—Walker Percy, The Last Gentleman
April 2012
13 posts
“The younger sister is bored in the shop and rings the bell.”
—Lydia Davis, Two Sisters (II)
“It rained lightly on the morning of Wednesday, July 4, 1917, and the Festival Committee met to decide whether to postpone the Festival until the following Saturday.”
—John O’Hara, A Rage to Live
“This hour that can arrive sometimes outside of all hours, a hole in the net of time.”
—Julio Cortazar, From the Observatory
“I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974”
—Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
“One afternoon, early in October, I was invited to black coffee at Fritz Wendel’s flat.”
—Christopher Isherwood, “Sally Bowels”, The Berlin Stories.
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York”
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.”
—George Eliot, Middlemarch
“Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there’s a peephole in the door, and my keeper’s eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.”
—Gunter Grass, The Tin Drum
“He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull.”
—Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim
“It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man.”
—William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust
“I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent.”
—Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March