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“The night was clear, cold, and brittle as ice, the sky overhead jammed with a shotgun blast of sharp-edged stars”
― Archer Mayor, Chat

“O, Sir, said I, either I have not Words, or else the English Tongue affords them not, to express sufficiently my Gratitude. Learn me, dear Sir, continued I, and pressed his dear Hands to my Lips, learn me some other Language, if there be any, that abounds with more grateful Terms, that I may not thus be choaked with Meanings, for which I can find no adequate Utterance.”
― Samuel Richardson, Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded

“While this allowed us to see much farther than in the fog of the previous Day, the effect was oppressive, as if all our Movements were taking place in some strange Ballroom set in a deserted Arctic Mansion with a shattered White Marble Floor underfoot and a Low Grey Ceiling with trompe l’oeil clouds just above us.”
― Dan Simmons, The Terror

“Always she had sought a life utterly without stress, without contention. She acknowledges no duty to another, no responsibility to anymore but herself.”
― Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas