Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.

A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.

For a small island, the place is remarkably diverse. Writers tend to see things from their own points of view, looking in one direction very much.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.

I suppose I'd have to say that my favourite author is Homer. After Homer's Ilaid, I'd name The Odyssey, and then I'd mention a number of plays of Euripides.