Lera Danielson

“He watched the sun rise beyond the grape arbor. In the thin golden light the young leaves and tendrils of the Scuppernong were like Twink Weatherby's hair. He decided that sunrise and sunset both gave him a pleasantly sad feeling. The sunrise brought a wild, free sadness; the sunset, a lonely yet a comforting one. He indulged his agreeable melancholy until the earth under him turned from gray to lavender and then to the color dried corn husks.”
― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, The Yearling

“But the outcome was inevitable: she assumed you would not take no for an answer; she could already see your charming smile morph into the grimace of a rabid dog. To”
― Isham Cook, Lust and Philosophy

“But this one was a writer, not a reader.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Sure, I’d thought about it—Go northeast, young man! To Cody. You know, to win her back. Like Dustin Hoffman chasing Katharine Ross in “The Graduate.” But what was the use in that?”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night