Loyd Sagers

“So I decided to do it [hike the Appalachian Trail]. More rashly, I announced my intention - told friends and neighbors, confidently informed my publisher, made it common knowledge among those who knew me. Then I bought some books... It required only a little light reading in adventure books and almost no imagination to envision circumstances in which I would find myself caught in a tightening circle of hunger-emboldened wolves, staggering and shredding clothes under an onslaught of pincered fire ants, or dumbly transfixed by the sight of enlivened undergrowth advancing towards me, like a torpedo through water, before being bowled backwards by a sofa-sized boar with cold beady eyes, a piercing squeal, and slaverous, chopping appetite for pink, plump, city-softened flesh.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

“She thought of the past that was both near and distant at the same time, undoubtedly because of the grim intrusion of the war. She pictured her husband, a heavy, bored man, interested only in money, land and local politics. She had never loved him; she had married him because her father wished it. Born and brought up in the countryside, she had little experience of the outside world, with the exception of a few brief trips to Paris to visit an elderly relative.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française

“Pelagia put her hands on her hips, taking advantage of the superiority implicit in the fact that she was standing and he lying down.”
― Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin

“A prison cell of silver and silk is still a prison, isolating and solitary.”
― Guy Morris, Swarm