{"quotes":[{"text":"The immense accretion of flesh which had descended on her in middle life like a flood of lava on a doomed city had changed her from a plump active little woman with a neatly-turned foot and ankle into something as vast and august as a natural phenomenon. She had accepted this submergence as philosophically as all her other trials, and now, in extreme old age, was rewarded by presenting to her mirror an almost unwrinkled expanse of firm pink and white flesh, in the centre of which the traces of a small face survived as if awaiting excavation. A flight of smooth double chins led down to the dizzy depths of a still-snowy bosom veiled in snowy muslins that were held in place by a miniature portrait of the late Mr. Mingott; and around and below, wave after wave of black silk surged away over the edges of a capacious armchair, with two tiny white hands poised like gulls on the surface of the billows.","author":"Edith Wharton","tags":["character","description"],"id":2317,"author_id":"Edith+Wharton"},{"text":"He had the beginning of wrinkles and the easy manner of one who has already made his mistakes.","author":"Donald Kingsbury","tags":["age","description","maturity"],"id":2380,"author_id":"Donald+Kingsbury"},{"text":"... It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon his character and conduct...","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["description","pleasure"],"id":3349,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"A 'real' person, profoundly as we may sympathise with him, is in a great measure perceptible only through our senses, that is to say, he remains opaque, offers a dead weight which our sensibilities have not the strength to lift.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["character","description","personality"],"id":3601,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a body, and then the body is framed in a doorway, then the doorway framed in the trees beside it. The path grows longer and the door smaller, the trees fill up your sight and the door is lost, then the path is lost in the woods and the woods lost in the hills. Yet somewhere in the center still is the kiss. That's what time is like.","author":"John Crowley","tags":["backwards","description","distance","kiss","memory","time","walking-away"],"id":4522,"author_id":"John+Crowley"},{"text":"The man is angry, the manIs destructive, the man wants more.The woman is more, the woman is all.","author":"James Franco","tags":["angry","boy","boys","description","destructive","girl","girls","human","humans","man","men","woman","women"],"id":6952,"author_id":"James+Franco"},{"text":"I should've known the eyes. Wide, bright blue, and something about the delicate arc of the lids: a cat's slant, a pale jeweled girl in an old painting, a secret.","author":"Tana French","tags":["blue-eyes","cat-eyes","description","eyes","tana-french","the-secret-place"],"id":9380,"author_id":"Tana+French"},{"text":"The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.","author":"J.G. Ballard","tags":["description","menace","silence"],"id":9418,"author_id":"J.G.+Ballard"},{"text":"He's the navigator, he could probably find you a route to Hawaii underwater.","author":"Jocelyn White","tags":["book","character","description","humor","navigator","novel","the-ezekiel-experience"],"id":14062,"author_id":"Jocelyn+White"},{"text":"The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.","author":"Jasper Fforde","tags":["description","pictures","poetry","portrait","simile","words"],"id":16095,"author_id":"Jasper+Fforde"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":161,"pages":17,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}