Language features

After dark, stars glisten like ice, and the distance they span Hides something elemental. Not God, exactly.

The road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road as gone And I must follow if I can.

The Cask of Amontillado written by Edgar Allan Poe: the character “Fortunato” meets with a very unfortunate fate.

“We’s safe, Huck, we’s safe! Jump up and crack yo’ heels. Dat’s de good ole Cairo at las’, I jis knows it.”

Our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.

“Ya’ll nee’n try ter ‘scuse yo’seffs. Ain’ Miss Pitty writ you an’ writ you ter come home?”

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness.

“‘I don’t understand!’ roared my father, putting his money back in his pocket. ‘Hell, I’ve forgotten more than you or most people will EVER UNDERSTAND!’

I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street

Death is the mother of Beauty.

He saw nothing and heard nothing but he could feel his heart pounding and then he heard the clack on stone and the leaping, dropping clicks of a small rock falling.

Shakespeare’s dramas are the most famous for using this device. Hamlet begins with the main character well-known words “To be, or not to be" reflecting about suicide.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows.

My heart is like a singing bird whose nest is in a water’d shoot.

The sea was angry that day, my friends – like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.

Hansel and Gretel, a Grimm fairy tale: the witch, who intended to eat Hansel ad Gretel, is trapped by the children in her own oven.

That’s my adult child. Poor thing still can’t get himself into the real adult world.

And the trees all died. They were orange trees. I don’t know why they died, they just died.

His brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper: shapes like full-blown roses stained and lost through age.

He whiffed the aroma of brewed coffee.

We’ll wait til May when the shade blocks the sun’s rays.

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods so he knew every tree.