Hermy, when she was not otter-hunting, could be very sarcastic, and he had a clear month of Hermy in front of him, without any otter-hunting, which, so she had informed him, was not possible in August. This was mysterious to Georgie, because it did not seem likely that all otters died in August, and a fresh brood came in like caterpillars. If Hermy was here in October she would otter-hunt all morning and snore all afternoon, and be in the best of tempers, but the August visit required more careful steering. E.F. Benson
This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.
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Lorrie Moore
How 'bout a shot of truth in that denial cocktail.
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Jennifer Salaiz
Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked? Jace: I was following you. Simon: Is this the part where you tell...
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Cassandra Clare
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.
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P.g. Wodehouse
Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?""Yes, " said Harry stiffly." Yes, sir."" There's no need to call me "sir" Professor."The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.
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J.k. Rowling
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Philosophers have argued about the strongest emotion known to man. Some say ‘love’, others ‘hate’, others ‘fear’. I am disposed to put ‘curiosity’ on a level, at least, with these august sensations, just mere simple inquisitiveness.
Or do you like being frightened?” Hugh, though generally intelligent, is dense in certain ways; this is one of them.“ Why, of course, I like being frightened, ” I said. “I want to be made to creep and creep and creep. Fear is the most...
There is a certain amount which I shan't mention publicly, " Elizabeth said. "Things about Lucia which I should never dream of stating openly."" Those are just the ones I should like to hear about most, " said Diva. "Just a few little titbits.
The subject dropped, and we sat on in the dusk that was rapidly deepening into night. The door into the hall was open at our backs, and a panel of light from the lamps within was cast out to the terrace. Wandering moths, invisible in...
The narrator, I think, must succeed in frightening himself before he can think of frightening his reader…
