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• There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me.

  Knut Hamsun

  Rocks, Looks, Gray

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• I am quite loud and bolshie. I'm a big personality. I walk into a room, big and tall and loud.

  Adele

  Personality, Rooms, Loud

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• The rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the room, filled to and beyond capacity. The overflow had been piled in stacks on the floor. There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing.

  J. D. Salinger

  Wall, Book, Exaggeration Is

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• The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for the majestic saguaros. Then, little by little, the plants of the desert begin to identify themselves: the porcupiny yucca, the beaver tail and prickly pear and barrel cacti, buckhorn and staghorn and devil's fingers, the tall, sky-reaching tendrils of the ocotillo.

  Jerry Spinelli

  Sky, Devil, Dry

  Jerry Spinelli (2012). “The Stargirl Collection”, p.60, Knopf Books for Young Readers

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• The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fall over them.

  Cornelia Funke

  Book, Fall, Weather

  Cornelia Funke (2011). “Inkheart”, p.9, Scholastic Inc.

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• If you can't be seven feet tall, be seven feet smart.

  Lois McMaster Bujold

  Smart, Feet, Seven

  Lois McMaster Bujold (1990). “Vorkosigan's Game”

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• Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

  John Keats

  Dream, Stars, Night

  John Keats (1818). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.132

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• Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

  Jodi Picoult

  Hero, Simple, Hands

  Jodi Picoult (2003). “Second Glance”, p.450, Simon and Schuster

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• A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.

  Daniel Handler

  Book, Ignorance, Islands

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• let it go -- the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise -- let it go it was sworn to go let them go -- the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers -- you must let them go they were born to go let all go -- the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things -- let all go dear so comes love

  e. e. cummings

  Wise, Liars, Broken

  e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.79, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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• Before the real city could be seen it had to be imagined, the way rumours and tall tales were a kind of charting.

  Michael Ondaatje

  Real, Cities, Way

  Michael Ondaatje (2007). “Vintage Ondaatje”, p.80, Vintage

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• A tall blonde entered the room, wearing a yellow sash that marked her as advocate. Two men followed her, carrying papers. She was lean and long-legged, with a graceful neck and nice ankles, and William took a minute to watch her come down the aisle. She looked high-strung and difficult. Still, good legs. Mmm, smelled of mimosa, too. Expensive scent. Cerise smelled better, when clean.

  Ilona Andrews

  Nice, Men, Two

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• Selective ignorance, a cornerstone of child rearing. You don't put kids under surveillance: it might frighten you. Parents should sit tall in the saddle and look upon their troops with a noble and benevolent and extremely nearsighted gaze.

  Garrison Keillor

  Children, Ignorance, Kids

  Garrison Keillor (1990). “Leaving Home”, p.22, Penguin

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• From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Summer, Dark, Remembers Everything

  Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.16, Vintage

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• I’d only met him once, at the mall. He was tall, with a big floppy shock of blond hair he was always getting out of his face by jerking his head suddenly to the side, whiplash-style. Rina found this incredibly sexy. It made me nervous. - Caitlin about Jeff

  Sarah Dessen

  Sexy, Hair, Style

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.128, Penguin

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• Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

  Karen White

  Strong, Memories, Hair

  Karen White (2008). “The Memory of Water”, p.11, Penguin

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• A girl is like a young tree, she said. You must stand tall and listen to your mother standing next to you. That is the only way to grow strong and straight. But if you bend to listen to other people, you will grow crooked and weak. You will fall to the ground with the first strong wind. And then you will be like a weed, growing wild in any direction, running along the ground until someone pulls you out and throws you away.

  Amy Tan

  Girl, Mother, Running

  Amy Tan (2006). “The Joy Luck Club”, p.191, Penguin

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• Payton grinned. “You must be Chase.” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this

  Julie James

  Eye, Dark, Opportunity

  Julie James (2009). “Practice Makes Perfect”, p.79, Penguin

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• Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

  Simon R. Green

  Balconies

  Simon R. Green (2007). “The Man With the Golden Torc”, p.107, Penguin

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• You don't know me at all. You don't know the first thing about me. You don't know where I'm writing this from. You don't know what I look like. You have no power over me. What do you think I look like? Skinny? Freckles? Wire-rimmed glasses over brown eyes? No, I don't think so. Better look again. Deeper. It's like a kaleidoscope, isn't it? One minute I'm short, the next minute tall, one minute I'm geeky, one minute studly, my shape constantly changes, and the only thing that stays constant is my brown eyes. Watching you.

  David Klass

  Writing, Eye, Thinking

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• Under the Mountain dark and tall The King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, And ever so his foes shall fall. The sword is sharp, the spear is long, The arrow swift, the Gate is strong; The heart is bold that looks on gold; The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fells like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. -from The Hobbit (Dwarves Battle Song)

  J. R. R. Tolkien

  Song, Strong, Kings

  J. R. R. Tolkien, “Over The Misty Mountains Cold”

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• And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?

  Dylan Thomas

  Aunt, Shining, Missing

  Dylan Thomas (1986). “The Collected Stories”, p.297, New Directions Publishing

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• You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.

  Sarah Dessen

  Girl, Smart, Dark

  "The Truth About Forever". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2004.

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• Its tall chimneys throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, and the miners' faces as they traveled the streets were also imbued with that ancient melancholy of smoke, unifying everything with its grayish monotones, a perfect coupling with the gray mountain days.

  Che Guevara

  Perfect, Black, Mountain

  Che Guevara (2013). “The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey”, Ocean Press

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• Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

  J. R. R. Tolkien

  Horse, Spring, Rain

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