Author Adventures

“Come here till I comb your hair, said Grandma. Look at that mop, it won't lie down. You didn't get that hair from my side of the family. That's that North of Ireland hair you got from your father. That's the kind of hair you see on Presbyterians. If your mother had married a proper decent Limerickman you wouldn't have this standing up, North of Ireland, Presbyterian hair.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes

“The doctor says, What’s this? That’s an application to join the White Fathers, missionaries to the nomadic tribes of the Sahara and chaplains to the French Foreign Legion. Oh, yeh? French Foreign Legion, is it? Do you know the preferred form of transportation in the Sahara Desert? Trains? No. It’s the camel. Do you know what a camel is? It has a hump. It has more than a hump. It has a nasty, mean disposition and its teeth are green with gangrene and it bites. Do you know where it bites? In the Sahara? No, you omadhaun. It bites your shoulder, rips it right off. Leaves you standing there tilted in the Sahara.”
― Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes

“Here upon earth there is life, and then death,
Dawn, and later nightfall,
Fire, and the quenching of embers:
But why should I not remember that my night is dawn in another part of the world,
If the idea fits my fancy?”
― John Gould Fletcher, Irradiations Sand and Spray

“Gaten looked closely at me. He brushed dirt from my face, then with make-believe surprise said, “Oh, it is you, Clover.” He grabbed my hand. His strong hand held it tightly. It was a father’s hold. I was safe with him. In the evening twilight we walked hand in hand in search of the very-hard-to-find rain crow.”
― Dori Sanders, Clover: A Novel