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I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her -after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred-I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever-for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)-and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again-and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure-all would be shattered.
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brutal
descriptive
feelings
love
lust
romance
sex
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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b1cdb3f
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Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
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descriptive
flying
prose
writing
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Haruki Murakami |
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8c70b04
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A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.
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character
descriptive
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Rudyard Kipling |
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747b5f2
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Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.
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descriptive
khaled
scared
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Khaled Hosseini |
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f67003e
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It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars.
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descriptive
donna-tartt
early-morning
stars
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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20d5532
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As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more and more stars had gathered, obliterating the separateness of the Milky Way and filling up the whole sky. And far far away in that ocean of gold, stars were silently shooting and falling and finding their fates, among these billions and billions of merging golden lights. And curtain after curtain of gauze was quietly removed, and I saw stars behind stars behind stars, as in the magical Odeons of my youth. And I saw into the vast soft interior of the universe which was slowly and gently turning itself inside out. I went to sleep, and in my sleep I seemed to hear a sound of singing.
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description
descriptive
galaxy
iris-murdoch
magical
milky-way
stars
the-sea-the-sea
universe
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Iris Murdoch |
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6ee39f6
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I did not really need Magretta to tell me that love had caught my father like an unwilling fish, and having slipped the hook he had been glad to forget he had ever been on it in the first place.
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descriptive
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Naomi Novik |
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37cc520
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No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight, translucent, a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed to almost vanish when seen edge on. There was a faint blue shimmer to the thing and a ghost light that played around its edges, and somehow Will knew that it was sharper than any razor.
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cool
description
descriptive
imagery
the-other
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George R.R. Martin |
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9500f91
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The lamplight was eerie, and, standing there motionless in our bathrobes, sleepy, with shadows flickering all around, I felt as though I had woken from one dream into an even more remote one, some bizarre wartime bomb shelter of the unconscious.
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descriptive
donna-tartt
dream-within-a-dream
dreams
eerie
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |