B.V. Lawson Quotes & Sayings

He wore an air of perpetual resignation around him like a fashion accessory. — B.V. Lawson

The sliver of sun turned water crystals among the coal-colored clouds into the halo of a sundog. — B.V. Lawson

With so many people lulled into believing everything they found on the Web, he expected computer shrines to pop up in homes soon. Worship the new Oracle of Dell-phi. — B.V. Lawson

He launched into the color-tsunami of Prokofiev's fourth piano sonata. It soon carried him onto a distant shore where the only thing broken was the silence. — B.V. Lawson

The M.E. dissected pieces of a corpse to tell a story, while Drayco tried to bring them back from the dead, jagged piece by jagged piece. — B.V. Lawson

The connections between them were like an atonal composition, no key, no rhythm, no form. — B.V. Lawson

The blight of office cubes housing lawyers and lobbyists had popped up like chokeweeds in the manicured lawn of the family homestead. — B.V. Lawson

Owls are nocturnal, swooping down silently, with the soft edges of their feathers muffling the sound of the wings, before pouncing and swallowing their prey whole. Death unseen, death unheard, death from above - the military drones of the animal kingdom — B.V. Lawson

She was a tornado in a skirt. — B.V. Lawson

The smell of beer surrounded him in a cloud as if he'd been doused in Eau de Frat Boy cologne. — B.V. Lawson

Humanity thrown together in the equivalent of a Petri dish under a microscope bred malignant organisms as often as benign. — B.V. Lawson

He was one of the few men who didn't aspire to be alpha as long as he was in on the hunt. — B.V. Lawson

The morning drizzle tightened the District's notorious braided-knot commute into a noose of traffic. - Scott Drayco — B.V. Lawson

He was a Super Politician, defender of untruths, injustice and the American power-play. — B.V. Lawson

Both men were pictures of the kind of grief that cauterizes open wounds in memory and turns them into black scars. — B.V. Lawson

Injustice, large and small, was like sour, moldy bread. Consumed often enough, it brought on hunger for the meat of revenge. — B.V. Lawson

He wore his personality like a suit that was too tight. — B.V. Lawson

Sailor's expressions ranged the gamut from A to Blank. — B.V. Lawson