Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.
Ray BradburyWho has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.
Ray BradburyThere was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.
Ray Bradbury