He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.
Not all popular novelists are good, but all good novelists are, sooner or later, popular.
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
I can love October in September. September doesnโt care.
A fanatic is a nut who has something to believe in.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.