Angela

“He painted the loneliness and the smell of the salt-laden cold, the eternity and agelessness of marshes, the wild, living creatures, dawn flights, and frightened things taking to the air, and winged shadows at night hiding from the moon.”
― Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose

“The colonel and the hotel, the solider beside the wide riverbed, the white boys breaking out into the road like heraldic animals and running in slow, silent motion, Linda on the road: the pictures were clear, they had a sequence, but they were like things imagined.”
― Naipaul

“Up to a certain hour, the day seemed endless to him, then, suddenly, like a drop of water that after having trembled a moment on the flower of a peach tree, falls suddenly, the day would shatter and die.”
― Ismail Kadare, Broken April

“The book of my deeds is read and then there is heaven or there is hell.”
― James Plunkett, The Trusting and the Maimed