A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air.
I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.
The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks
Early every morning they would come out from the house where they lived and walk arm in arm down the street to work.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
The house on East 88th Street.
The House on East 88th Street by Bernard Waber
The city’s population had come out into the boulevards and plazas and were standing in silence.
2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson
His face was the true index of his mind.
Candide by Voltaire
One of them, approximately forty years old, dressed in a grey summer suit, was short, dark-haired, plump, bald, and carried his respectable fedora hat in his hand.
It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me.
Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier
‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’
And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
Armies, dynasties and whole civilizations have perished for the lack of it.
Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health by L. Ron Hubbard
The plows crossed and recrossed the rivulet marks.
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
Even at work, where I am doing so well now, the sight of a closed door is sometimes enough to make me dread that something horrible is happening behind it, something that is going to affect me adversely; if I am tired and dejected from a night of lies or booze or sex or just plain nerves and insomnia, I can almost smell the disaster mounting invisibly and flooding out toward me through the frosted glass panes.
Something Happened by Joseph Heller
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard