#set

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#foreigners #home #settling #strangers #men

You're gay," wash stated. Rhodes nodded, a short jerk of his head, dropping his gaze to his beer. "As in, you-like-men gay." Still eying his beer, Rhodes gave an affirmative shrug. "As in, you like-to-fuck-men gay." "Yes! ↗

— Katie Allen

#men

Evening by evening Among the Brookside rushes, Laura bow'd her head to hear, Lizzie veil'd her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and fingertips. "lie close," Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: "We must not look at Goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: who knows upon the soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?" "Come buy," call the Goblins Hobbling down the glen ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#goblin-market #poems #men

When Small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set. ↗

— Lin Yutang

#set #shadows #sun #men

But you would still settle for me if I were that last, wouldn't you? Women are like that. They have to have a male. ↗

— Joyce Dingwell

#settle #women #men

Out of all the neighborhoods in Manhattan, Soho in particular had the charged atmosphere of a movie set, populated with passersby who looked like extras from Central Casting, so perfectly did they fit into this environment. There was the feeling of everything being not quite real, or too perfectly cliched to actually be true, and it began to rain in a fine, misty drizzle from a black patent leather sky. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#movie-set #soho #unreal #movies

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them. ↗

— Jo Walton

#nature #sunrise #sunset #nature

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#sunset #nature

All questions of right to one side, I have never been able to banish the queasy inner suspicion that Israel just did not look, or feel, either permanent or sustainable. I felt this when sitting in the old Ottoman courtyards of Jerusalem, and I felt it even more when I saw the hideous 'Fort Condo' settlements that had been thrown up around the city in order to give the opposite impression. If the statelet was only based on a narrow strip of the Mediterranean littoral (god having apparently ordered Moses to lead the Jews to one of the very few parts of the region with absolutely no oil at all), that would be bad enough. But in addition, it involved roosting on top of an ever-growing population that did not welcome the newcomers. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#israel #israeli-palestinian-conflict #jerusalem #jews #mediterranean-basin

The sun was now in its death throes, bruising the sky a coiling purple and orange. ↗

— Harlan Coben

#death