My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.
If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me.
I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.