Pornographers subvert this last, vital privacy; they do our imagining for us. They take away the words that were of the night and ...shout them over the roof-tops, making them hollow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My weary limbs are scarcely stretched for repose, before red dawn peeps into my chamber window, and the birds in the whispering le...aves over the roof, apprise me by their sweetest notes that another day of toil awaits me. I arise, the harness is hastily adjusted and once more I step upon the tread-mill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Just across the Green from the post office is the county jail, seldom occupied except by some backwoodsman who has been intemperat...e; the courthouse is under the same roof. The dog warden usually basks in the sunlight near the harness store or the post office, his golden badge polished bright.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One of the few moments of happiness a man knows in Australia is that moment of meeting the eyes of another man over the tops of tw...o beer glasses.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place... within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story's voice makes everything its own.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »