“A carnival in daylight is an unfinished beast, anyway. Rain makes it a ghost. The wheezing music from the empty, motionless rides in a soggy, rained-out afternoon midway always hit my chest with a sweet ache. The colored dance of lights in the seeping air flashed the puddles in the sawdust with an oily glamour.” LightAirSweetRainEmptyGhostBeastChestsAfternoonAcheGlamourDaylightUnfinishedPuddlesCarnivalsMidwaySawdustWheezing Author:Katherine Dunn
“My enduring feeling about René Lévesque is that if he had chosen to hang me, even as he tightened the rope round my neck, he would have complained about how humiliating it was for him to spring the trapdoor. And then, once I was swinging in the wind, he would blame my ghost for having obliged him to murder, thereby imposing a guilt trip on a sweet, self-effacing, downtrodden Francophone.” IfsSelfFeelingsSweetWindSpringMurderBlameGuiltEndureRoundsGhostChosenNecksRopeObligedImposingHumiliatingDowntroddenGuilt Trip Author:Mordecai Richler
“There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.” GivingChildrenAgeFacesDeathDiesWaitingSweetVictoryGiving UpAngelShadowSaintGhostAnguishBosoms Author:Edwin Hubbel Chapin
“When I enter a library, when I enter the world of books, I feel the ghosts of the past on my shoulders urging me to speech. I hear Patrick Henry cry to the Burgsses, 'Is Life so dear, or Peace so sweet, to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?' I hear Sojourner Truth tell me that the hand that rocks the cradle can also rock the boat, and William Lloyd Garrison say, 'I am in earnest, I will not be silenced.'” WorldFeelsBookHandsPastRocksCrySweetSpeechSlaveryLibraryDearGhostShouldersBoatChainsEarnestCradleSojourners Author:Sara Paretsky
“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.” IfsLittlesLongHouseSweetGhostCookiesDampAmerican Gods Author:Neil Gaiman
“Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel of small war--until the end of time to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime” ChildrenWarEndsEarthJoyFallLostGoneForeverPlanetsSweetPoliceOur ChildrenGhostPityHeelsSublimeEnd TimesMonotonousCones Book:Robert Lowell, Interviews and Memoirs Source: Robert Lowell, Interviews and Memoirs
“Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.” KnowsBelieveChildrenFatherPoorSweetBlindGhostNakedMiserableGrievingNightmareRoofWretchedShudderingSweet Child Book:Road Novels 1957-1960 Source: Road Novels 1957-1960