Quotes About Barrens

#1. Unwind the - Stan began, and then there was a much louder explosion. The echo rolled slowly across the Barrens. A cloud of gulls rose from the eastern side of the dump, squalling and crying. They all jumped this time. Stan dropped

Stephen King

#2. We had a bad summer here, my friend. Local folks keep it as quiet as they can - even the newspaper doesn't play it up - but there was some nasty work. Murders. Half a dozen at least. Kids. Found one down in the Barrens just recently. Patrick Hockstetter, his name was. All decayed.

Stephen King

#3. The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future, concentrated into Gertrude's voice, became one of red clay pine-barrens, of chain-gang camps, of housewives dressed in flour sacks who stare all day dully down into dirty sinks.

Randall Jarrell

#4. Is not the kindred of a common fate a closer tie than that of birth?

Nathaniel Hawthorne

#5. Never have a dog. Let's not beat around the bush here: dogs are morons.

Dave Barry

#6. She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.

Lynn Raye Harris

#7. Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

Madeleine L'Engle

#8. It appears to be a matter of national pride that the President is to have more mud, and blacker mud, and filthier mud in front ofhis door than any other man can afford.

Jane Swisshelm

#9. The regime is afraid of the people because it knows that free and fair elections will bring about its end.

Viktor Yushchenko

#10. When I was a child, I was always nicking my mum's jewellery to wear, and I loved to drape a massive Chinese shawl around me from our fancy-dress box. I was obsessed with a feather and rabbit-fur collar from the age of three and attempted to make one with my friend, whose father was a gamekeeper.

Alice Temperley

#11. For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

Omar Khayyam

#12. The incongruous combination of white hair, beard, and powerful arms usually caused boys to scatter with the muddled impression that Father Christmas was angry with them.

Helen Oyeyemi

#13. She was probably too cool, too self-possessed. Some of our classmates must have thought her cold and haughty. But I detected something else- something warm and fragile just below the surface. Something very much like a child playing hide-and-seek, hidden deep within her, yet hoping to be found.

Haruki Murakami

#14. I never make notes; just a few small details when I'm writing, but nothing much. The plot is never written down. I will tell the story to myself, but I won't plan it. I'll speak the narrative in my head for a while.

Ruth Rendell

#15. People generally overestimate how distinct their lives are, so the commonalities seemed to them like a series of miracles.

David Brooks