“Don’t feel bad,” his father said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Things fall apart sometimes. We’ll just buy a new one.” They did, and then everything was fine.
- “Things Fall Apart,” Chinua Achebe
“Oh, I didn’t think trees grew here,” he said.
“Yes,” she said, “quite a lot of them actually. Look, there’s several just down the street.” And so there were.
“Huh,” he said, “I guess trees really do grow in Brooklyn.”
“It would be odd if they didn’t,” she said.
- “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn,” Betty Smith
“What a lovely house this is,” Lady Kate said. “And what a pleasant atmosphere.”
“Yes, we always have a lovely time in this house,” the hostess agreed. “That’s why we call it the House of Mirth.”
Everyone laughed, because they were having such a very good time.
- “The House of Mirth,” Edith Wharton
“And the rocking horse goes to the little boy sitting determinedly in the corner,” cried the auctioneer.
At last, it was his. He was the Rocking Horse Winner. Also, he had a problem with masturbating.
- “The Rocking Horse Winner,” D.H. Lawrence
[via The Toast]