The Quivering Pen

Just now I can feel that little quivering of the pen which has always foreshadowed the happy delivery of a good book. --Emile Zola

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

The guinea pigs, awake and nibbling, were making a sound like that of a wet cloth rubbed on glass in window.

Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis