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Then very faintly, he heard above his head the low familiar murmur of the sea outside. At once the comfortable noise made him cheerful, and he even remembered what they were supposed to be. — Susan Cooper

It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal. — Han Suyin

Georgian England, to see those wonderful houses being built. And the clothes were interesting too, although I wouldn't want to wear a wig. It's also the most beautiful period of English landscape gardening. They had famous gardeners like Capability Brown. — Alan Titchmarsh

As Mike Roberts watched Tommy enter the building, he could not imagine that the boy was taking his last steps in the free world. The rest of his life would be behind prison walls. — John Grisham

The Christian faith is ultimately not only a matter of doctrine or understanding or of intellect, it is a condition of the heart. — David Lloyd-Jones

Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you. — Theophile Gautier

A shadow archive and an archive of shadows, the literary architectonic demands a resistance to excessive illumination. — Akira Mizuta Lippit

Listening is the key to everything good in music. — Pat Metheny

The naked woman marched around the swimming pool, the corpses in the hearse rejoicing that she, too, was dead - these were the "down below" she had feared and fled once before but which mysteriously beckoned her. These were her vertigo: she heard a sweet (almost joyous) summons to renounce her fate and soul. The solidarity of the soulless calling her. And in times of weakness, she was ready to heed the call and return to her mother. She was already to dismiss the crew of her soul from the deck of her body; ready to descend to a place among her mother's friemd and laugh when one of them broke wind noisily; ready to march around the pool naked with them and sing. — Milan Kundera