Memory is selective, Dominick. An interpretation of the facts as we recall them, accurate or not. But what we select to remember can be very instructive. Don’t you think?
– I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb
In the sunlight, the River Wye was the blue of bachelor buttons, of delphinium; small frothy waves, edged with white, kept appearing and disappearing on the blue surface.
– The Narrows by Ann Petry
He dropped the hymnbook just for the exquisite pleasure of hearing the explosive sound it made.
– The Narrows by Ann Petry