tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post6703313430915645190..comments2023-11-04T00:31:21.550-07:00Comments on Notable Sentences...for Imitation and Creation: Easy to ImitateLauren Wolter:http://www.blogger.com/profile/06869928122315802899noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post-13787402250820341542010-03-02T11:51:03.009-08:002010-03-02T11:51:03.009-08:00"The best day of my life happened when I was ..."The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World." <br /><br />Going Bovine<br />Libba Bray - page 1Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post-586023356710028752010-03-02T11:49:53.348-08:002010-03-02T11:49:53.348-08:00"I got up, turned on the the television, and ..."I got up, turned on the the television, and tried to think of nothing for a change."<br /><br />When You Reach Me<br />Rebecca Stead p. 133Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post-11343480543098203572009-04-17T07:47:00.000-07:002009-04-17T07:47:00.000-07:00"When she shut the engine off, we got swallowed up..."When she shut the engine off, we got swallowed up in quiet."<br /><br />How To Steal A Dog pg. 11<br />Patricia O'Conner<br /><br />"The weather had been clear and cold, and thousands of stars decorated the inky blackness of night."<br /><br />Ziggy and the Black Dinosaurs: The Space Mission pg. 1<br />Sharon DraperTanisha Brownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post-85565659202250864992009-01-21T11:18:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:18:00.000-08:00"My worries seemed to be piling up, one on top of ..."My worries seemed to be piling up, one on top of the other, like bricks on a wall.<BR/><BR/>How To Steal A Dog pg.111<BR/>Patricia O'ConnerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post-63551358131132927342008-06-01T13:37:00.000-07:002008-06-01T13:37:00.000-07:00"I accept the salt of tears evoked by sweet onions..."I accept the salt of tears evoked by sweet onions and betrayed love."<BR/><BR/>- Maya Angelou, "A Song to Sensuality", an selection in the book of collected essays, "Even the Stars Look Lonesome", page 37Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7493070327813063556.post-29383060334432476582007-06-10T09:09:00.000-07:002007-06-10T09:09:00.000-07:00"His room smelled of cooked grease, Lysol, and age..."His room smelled of cooked grease, Lysol, and age." ~from Maya Angelou, <I> I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, </I> page 255Lauren Wolter:https://www.blogger.com/profile/06869928122315802899noreply@blogger.com