He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

Don Bradman will bat no more against England, and two contrary feelings dispute within us: relief, that our bowlers will no longer be oppressed by this phenomenon; regret, that a miracle has been removed from...

Pictures … flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it’s the smell of schizophrenia.

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be … But i expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.