Humberto Bartone

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Fair enough, that's what most people look for to begin with, but money can be a sliding scale, the more you have, the more you want, the more you need,' McBlane said as he sharpened the ash on the tip of his cigar into a point against the rim of the ashtray. It gave him the appearance of wielding a dagger as he gestured with his cigar holding hand.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Rocks are space, and space is illusion.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

“His voice, when he spoke German, especially with that commanding tone, took on a sharp, resonant quality. Hearing it gave Lucille the same pleasure that a slightly rough kiss might –– the kind of kiss that ends with a little bite.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française