He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants wore pointed shoes and worsted hose. His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and wrists, he would stare down at us in our new world from a long distant past—a past where men walked cloaked at night, and stood in the shadow of old doorways, a past of narrow stairways and dim dungeons, a past of whispers in the dark, of shimmering rapier blades, of silent, exquisite courtesy.
Daphne du MaurierMots clés chapter-3
I knew that Kitty and I felt just the same- only, of course, about different things. I should have remembered this, later.
Sarah WatersMots clés chapter-3 tipping-the-velvet kitty-butler nancy-astley
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Simone ElkelesMots clés chapter-3 perfect-chemistry sierra
Hello, Samael,” she said, her voice like rustling silk.
Sam was speechless. How did such a creature even know his name? He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. What to say? He had never been good at talking to girls –
Mots clés chapter-3
And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college.
John GreenMots clés chapter-3 page-33 page-34 john-green paper-towns margo-roth-spiegelman part-1
There's always a black market, there's always something that can be exchanged.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés chapter-3
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