| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 78e26ef | And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? | copy cry crying despair fall howl metaphor mimic poetic rain shakespearean simile wind wit | Mervyn Peake | |
| d49ca18 | It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country. | copy old-world stupid | Edith Wharton |