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When he lifted his head, the sun seemed impossibly close. Science-fictionally close.

When he did appear his eyes were as brown as I remembered, pupils flecked with gold like beach pebbles.

When he arrived at the flat, he found Keston sitting in his leather armchair wearing a quilted maroon smoking jacket. He was drinking a Bloody Mary and looked like he was about to introduce Masterpiece Theatre or a tale of the unexpected.

When Headmaster Conrady pointed out the white clapboard chapel, I wondered whether there might be at least one structure with a softer name, like Church of the Good Shepherd or Chapel of the Non-Weapon-Bearing Angels. No such luck. Armistice Chapel was a place of peace, but only if you signed the treaty and sat at attention.

When she did walk, to the bathroom between the chairs and the customers leaning back in them, oblivious to her manoeuvres, the sight felt strangely moving and profound, like a baby, or a veteran getting out of a wheelchair, or a deer in snow. That is perhaps overdoing it. Maybe I didn't quite know that at the time, but it was striking. If you have not seen a deer in snow, I mean: moving with precision, but as if she might leap away in a completely different direction at any moment.

When she awakened in the a.m. into blind-slit shrinking nowhereness, it had all gone disorientingly quiet, and she would imagine for a few seconds she was back there in that mausoleum of a ranch house in the San Fernando Valley.

While the bible is GOD because the word of GOD is GOD, please understand that GOD cannot be contained in the bible. To believe otherwise is to make an infinite GOD finite.

. . . while we cooed and fretted and bent our faces into sympathetic shapes in his direction.

. . . where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.

... with a quiet suggestion of infinity...

Wings of a half finished book across his chest.

Why so sad?" Zach queries in fairy-tale tones. "Rachel?" "O my brother Ivanushka," she recites. "A heavy stone is round my throat, silken grass grows through my fingers, yellow sand lies on my breast." "That's perishing gloomy," Zach remarks. "It ends happily though. Gracious! Everything sounds depressing this morning," adds Rachel. "There's a teacher at my school, she's very young, but she goes, Gracious! Just like a dowager. Makes me laugh. Except this morning. I can't help it. I am too depressed. I hate those voices so much. In the Gardens." "Stop listening," Zach scolds and put his hands in her hair—silken grass grows through his fingers.

You can be so much in a room that the world outside turns to water. You've got the heater blowing out burnt air, but you still don't get warm. Your ankles are singed, but your head's in a bucket of ice. Time drips like a stalactite. The water for the coffee boils away in a tree of steam.

With his fair hair and milky skin and rosy cheeks, he looks like he could be an English farmer’s son. But he’s slim, so maybe the sensitive farmer’s son who steals away to the barn to read.

You want to stay here and sleep your life away? That's it?" "If you knew what would make you happy, wouldn't you do it?" I asked her. "See, you do want to be happy. Then why did you tell me that being happy is dumb?" she asked. "You said that to me more than once." "Let me be dumb," I said, glugging the NyQuil. "You go be smart and tell me how great it is. I'll be here, hibernating." Reva rolled her eyes. "It's natural," I told her. "People used to hibernate all the time." "People never hibernated. Where are you getting this?" She could look really pathetic when she was outraged. She got up and stood there holding her stupid knockoff Kate Spade bag or whatever it was, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and crowned with a useless, plastic, tortoiseshell headband. She was always getting her hair blown out, her eyebrows waxed into thin, arched, parentheses, her fingernails painted various shades of pink and purple, as though all of this made her a wonderful person. "It's not up for discussion, Reva. This is what I'm doing. If you can't accept it, then you don't have to.

Your personality should be described in poem not in paragraph.

A random sequence is one that cannot be algorithmically compressed : the shortest description of a random sequence is simply the sequence itself.

All descriptions of reality are temporary hypotheses.

Abstraction generally involves implication, suggestion and mystery, rather than obvious description.

. . . a dirty exterior is a great enemy to beauty of all descriptions.

America is woven of many strands. I would recognise them and let it so remain. Our fate is to become one, and yet many. This is not prophecy, but description.

An intentional object is given by a word or a phrase which gives a description under which.

A singer is someone who puts out an album. That's a very generous description.

Being a reporter is as much a diagnosis as a job description.

A skilled worker, regardless of the job description, remains a treasure.

Build a shield between yourself and the descriptions of the world that everyone else has.

Bliss defies description, obviously, since it annihilates you, since you're not there to experience it. You get the lead-up and the come-down, never the zenith.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

Charm is that extra quality that defies description.

Discovered W. Somerset Maugham in about 5th grade. Didn't understand the plots, but loved the descriptions.

Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story.

Every type of purely direct concrete description bears the mark of artistic portrayal.

Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.

Even in the midst of love-making, writers are working on the description.

Every word, every image used for God is a distortion more than a description.

I call myself a playmaker sometimes - but that's just a word. I don't feel like I have to have a title or a job description.

German can take a lot more pathos than English can. When you say "pathetic" in English it's a disparaging term, but when you say "pathetisch" in German it's just a description, not necessarily negative. That says a lot already.

How can you run for president if you dont know the job description?

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description

I can be described as many things, but no description of me is complete without saying 'Englishman.' My parents were from Liverpool and emigrated to Canada before I was born.

I don't think you have to earn your income as an artist to be an artist. But if you are an artist, then art is what you do, whether or not you're paid for doing it; it is what you do, not what you are. I regard artist not as a description of temperament but as a category of profession, of vocation.

I doubt whether I ever read any description of scenery which gave me an idea of the place described.

If it is possible for the human tongue to give the fullest description of God, I have come to the conclusion that God is Truth.

I grew up watching stand-ups and thought it was so entertaining and unique - you didn’t see that as a job description anywhere.

I had vainly been seeking a description of consciousness within science; instead, what I and others have to look for is a description of science within consciousness. We must develop a science compatible with consciousness, our primary experience.

In descriptions of nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture.

I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.

In painting one must search rather for suggestion than for description, as is done in music.