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Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?
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books
faces
shop
windows
face
shops
window
pages
search
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Virginia Woolf |
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ff1b79a
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They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.
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pain
grief
loss
light
pale
windows
morning
leaving
talk
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Raymond Carver |
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8d6cc05
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We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?
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windows
houses
small
wolves
dangerous
stories
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Markus Zusak |
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2d1addf
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"Well, it is very odd of you to threaten to throw your friends out of the window, I must say," remarked Juliana. He smiled. "Not at all. It is only my friends that I would throw out of the window." "Dear me!" said Juliana, finding the male sex incomprehensible. -Chapter XIII"
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men
males
windows
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Georgette Heyer |
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82ffaa9
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It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions. The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow. It's the wind coming through the double shutters, Devnee told herself. But how could the wind come through? There were glass windows between the inside and outside shutters. Or were there? The windows weren't just holes in the wall, were they? What if there was no glass? What if things crawled through those open louvers, crept into the room, blew in with the cold that fingered her hair? What creatures of the night could slither through those slats? She had not realized how wonderful glass was, how it protected you and kept you inside. She knew something was out there.
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shutters
windows
tower
glass
scary
vampire
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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"Colonel Freeleigh?" said Douglas softly. There was something in his silence that made them all shut up their mouths. They approached, almost on tiptoe. Douglas, bent down, disengaged the phone from the old man's now quite cold fingers. Douglas lifted the receiver to his own ear, listened. Above the static he heard a strange, a far, a final sound. Two thousand miles away, the closing of a window."
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phone-calls
windows
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Ray Bradbury |
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d00b666
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I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar, with the windows down and the music up. I seek my identity in toughness - but it is Morrie's softness that draws me, and because he doesn't look at me as a kid trying to be something more than I am, I relax.
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identity
music
tough
close
windows
soft
image
kid
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Mitch Albom |