Garry

“You see, if I stop thinking about what I’m scenting on the air or in the undergrowth, if I cease wondering which path to tread or where we’re going and instead let myself meld into the space in my head, it’s as if I am living in what the humans called a library, the place where all knowledge is stored.”
― Graham Pryor, Cerberus

“Cairo. An inter-services game of cricket was in progress in the lush grounds behind him as Powell made his way through the grand portal of the Gezira Sporting Club. It was a hot and humid day and Powell was dripping with sweat. A fellow officer had given him a lift for part of the way but he had had to walk the last mile. Uniformed Egyptian attendants bowed and guided him through the lobby towards the bar, where he could see his host with a drink already in hand.”
― Mark Ellis, The French Spy

“The Green Judges, most of them decidedly miffed, grumbled out one by one, though I got a wink and a thumbsup from Washington.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

“I climb the vine-covered walls
using stillness as a braided rope,
and drop like a cat
into the garden of the eternal.”
― Don Hynes, Something Will Change Me: Poems of Hope, Healing, and Personal Transformation