Bambi Keast

“You wouldn’t have any idea what’s going on, would you? BAYARD, shaking his head: I was walking down the street. LEBEAU: Me too. Something told me—Don’t go outside today. So I went out. Weeks go by and I don’t open my door. Today I go out. And I had no reason, I wasn’t even going anywhere. Looks left and right to the others. To Bayard: They get picked up the same way?”
― Arthur Miller, The Penguin Arthur Miller: Collected Plays

“On the end of my bed. He’s short, round and bald, with a tartan loin cloth, and what looks like a spout on the top of his head,’ Bryony said. ‘You flatter me,’ came the snide male voice. ‘But it’s a valve.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Nothing on earth is more gladdening than knowing we must roll up our sleeves and move back the boundaries of the humanly possible once more.”
― Annie Dillard

“... As for me, I taught the lad the real character of a rifle; and well has he paid me for it. I have fought at his side in many a bloody scrimmage; and so long as I could hear the crack of his piece in one ear, and that of the Sagamore in the other, I knew no enemy was on my back. Winters and summers, nights and days, have we roved the wilderness in company, eating of the same dish, one sleeping while the other watched; and afore it shall be said that Uncas was taken to the torment, and I at hand - There is but a single ruler of us all, whatever maybe the color of the skin, and him I call to witness - that before the Mohican boy shall perish for the want of a friend, good faith shall depart the 'arth and 'Kill-deer' become as harmless as the tooting we'pon of the singer!”
― James Fenimore Cooper, The Last of the Mohicans