Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
Like most ministers, my mother had looked as if she were made in the winter, for the winter.
Who Are You, Calvin Bledsoe? by Brock Clarke
Just now I can feel that little quivering of the pen which has always foreshadowed the happy delivery of a good book. --Emile Zola
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