C.E. Jordan

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amid the trees of the garden there came through the open door the the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees.

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

Howard Roark laughed.

When Augustus came out on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one.

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.