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I'm covered with loser dust. -- Courtney Love
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries. -- Henry David Thoreau
I didn't bounce, I coughed," said Tigger crossly.
"Bouncy or coffy, it's all the same at the bottom of the river. -- A.a. Milne
Dust motes swirled in the air like tiny orbs of rainbows. -- Micalea Smeltzer
Loud ringing noises, I've discovered, upset Mr.Peepers. -- Meg Cabot
He tilted the box toward a chipped Pottery Barn blue bowl, and the little blue clumps, like cerulean rat turds, tumbled out, hitting the porcelain with a surprisingly metallic thud. It sounded like pennies dumped into an aluminum trash can. -- Eric Spitznagel
Tut-tut, it looks like rain. -- A.a. Milne
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar. -- Lord Byron
The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs. -- David Mitchell
My bare foot sounded like a sad trout flapping against the marble floor. -- Kevin Hearne
discombobulated around -- Emma Lea
There were angry clouds building up behind the moutains, black-gray clouds, great clumps of them colored just like cotton balls after Aunt Ruth cleaned off her eye makeup from a big night out, all gunky with mascara and eye shadow. (p 378) -- Emily M. Danforth
Meaning to ask, where'd all them scratches come from? Lookin like you had yourself a knife fight with a dwarf, aye? -- Stacia Kane
Rubber-soled shoes squeaking on the shiny Marmoleum. -- Jojo Moyes
I Don't sparkle ........I Bite !!! -- Amy Mah
What can you see in mine?" "A load of soggy brown stuff," said Harry. -- J.k. Rowling
looked like a toothless walnut. -- J.k. Rowling
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry -- Wilfred Owen
it was a delusive pie, the crust being like a disappointing head, phrenologically speaking: full of lumps and bumps, with nothing particular underneath. -- Charles Dickens
a misbegotten cockwaffle. -- Kevin Hearne
showed where the ancient pewter teapot had leaked. At the other end was a scattering of crumbs left by the -- Winston Graham
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk -- Jack Kerouac
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color? -- Roberto Bolano
Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong. -- Laurie Halse Anderson
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it? -- Pete Doherty
What are they called? Sprackles, shakums, edible sequins, glossy sugar deedeebobs, I don't know. Instead of sprinkling them on a cookie, I sprinkle them on Angel de la Guarda. -- David Quammen
There was a rhythm, an
alternation in the dripping that I found as teasing as a coin
trick. -- Vladimir Nabokov
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play ... -- Robert Burns
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk -- Jack Kerouac
Discombobulated. -- Dannika Dark
The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk.
"Wax," Carter pronounced.
"Fascinating. -- Rick Riordan
green with little golden spots. -- John Steinbeck
dripping-wet Gloss -- Suzanne Collins
From outside comes a light tinkling, fragments of glass, perhaps, falling into the streets. It sounds both beautiful and strange, as though gemstones were raining from the sky. -- Anthony Doerr
Why am I covered in feathers -- Stephenie Meyer
Even dirt glitters when the sun is shining upon it -- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
The tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page. -- Daniel Nayeri
All the time buzzing ... so-called ... in the ears ... though of course actually ... not in the ears at all ... in the skull ... dull roar in the skull ... -- Samuel Beckett
It's like a koala pooped a rainbow on my head and I can taste the colors. -- Paul Becker
She were forced to describe it, she would say that it tasted exactly like squirrel: fuzzy, damp, slightly nutty. Have you lost your -- Kate Dicamillo
Layers like a bad Van Gogh. Pella felt little beads -- Chad Harbach
dazed mind. Early morning rays highlighted the water stains shining through the slap-dash -- Dale Mayer
An age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not ... -- Dean Koontz
What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots! -- David Paul Kirkpatrick
Bloody flaming ashes -- Robert Jordan
Tufts of hair stuck out of my head in all directions, like I'd been cow-licked by a drunken heifer. -- Allen Eskens
crystals that stung your -- Emily Vogel
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk -- Thrity Umrigar
She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust. -- Virginia Woolf
was like a crystal bowl filled with warm kettle corn. But when you lifted it up and checked the bottom, you could see a layer of burnt, unpopped kernels. The kind that makes you flinch from the unexpected bitter taste. The kind that may cause you to chip a tooth. -- Jennifer Coburn
His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines. -- William Gibson
Molly squeaked and clicked (the clicks were the hardest) something back, which she hoped was "Hello." What she actually said was "My teeth are green," but the porpoise was too polite to point that out. -- Dave Barry
Fluke me, Murdstone. -- Mal Peet
And floating in the Sound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn. -- F Scott Fitzgerald
After I got shot, you want to know the very first thing that entered my mind? The U.S. Mint. I am coin in the U.S. Army. Now, I have two small holes in me. I'm no longer perfectly culled. Do you want to know the very last thing that entered my mind, You. -- Nicholas Sparks
Down came the dry flakes, fat enough and heavy enough to crash like nickels on stone. It always surprised him, how quiet it was. Not like rain, but like a secret. -- Toni Morrison
He could hear rain pattering on the thatch, like a million mice line-dancing. -- Tom Holt
Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos. -- Rick Riordan
He whispered, "My Firecracker... -- Lesley Livingston
Ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too
never returned to the world they knew
and nobody knows what happened to
dear ickle me, pickle me, tickle me too -- Shel Silverstein
How funny would it be if we left a trail of Faerie dust in our wake?"
"That would be hilarious." I laughed. "It's a shame we don't produce any." Do we? I idiotically shook my hand as I tried to brandish Faerie dust like Tinkerbell. It didn't work. -- Cesya Marae Cuono
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere. -- Nathaniel Hawthorne
The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin. -- P.g. Wodehouse
Each touch of dust on the clouding lenses was a violation, a dirty man touching something pure. -- Hugh Howey
coltish-looking, -- H.w. Brands
his shiny armour splattered with more goo than an amateur porn queen. -- Warren Hately
Little jointed stringy things the shape of tadpoles drifted across his vision. He had to keep blinking his eyes to get rid of them, but soon they drifted back. -- Elizabeth Taylor
I may have a feather duster down my pants. -- Johnny Depp
Her hair spilled over the pillow like a bottle of overturned ink. -- John Fante
It was a sound as soft as the first drop of rain on a century of dust. -- Terry Pratchett
... Clear pebbles of the rain ... -- Mary Oliver
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.
Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much. -- Sarah Dessen
I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill
Such a bright gold under my windowsill!
Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still?
Bless me! It's a daffodil! -- Celia Thaxter
What is that noise? -- T. S. Eliot
I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or angel magic. -- Becca Fitzpatrick
I heard the pitter patter of little old feet. -- Lawrence Block
I like sparkles; I think I'm a magpie. -- Paloma Faith
It was a clear, apple-green -- L.m. Montgomery
There was a single ray of sun shining through the window. I got up, went to the cracked glass, and saw that it was both raining and shining outside
a bit of meteorological weirdness whose name no one can seem to agree on. My mom, I kid you not, refers to it as orphan's tears. -- Ransom Riggs
It formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt. -- John Flanagan
Look at that amazing display of sparkle! And feel that wind? It's trying to tickle your toes, -- Sharon M. Draper
Brown, I say, deep brown. Like coffee without any milk. -- David Levithan
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble. -- James Thurber
You're toast."
I felt like toast, burning with anger inside my waterproof layers. "I am not," I insisted. "I might be lightly browned on one side. -- Jennifer Echols
It scored a direct hit on my eardrum and rattled around in side my head -- Craig A. Hart
It was like somebody had sprinkled fairy dust on the whole city," said Cheryl Bertelli, one of Maud's delirious patrons. -- David Talbot
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on. -- Paul Simon
Glory be to God for dappled things.
("Pied Beauty") -- Gerard Manley Hopkins
Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air. -- Pat Conroy
Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long in the rain. Going out in an orange blaze of muted, anonymous, common-as-dirt oxidation. -- Trebor Healey
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd -- Sue Perkins
Tut, Tut, looks like rain -- A.a. Milne
His eyes glittered, like a starving man looking at a Big Mac. -- Rick Riordan
Glory be to God for dappled things. -- Gerard Manley Hopkins
Sparks. Good metaphor. Walking on crumpled tinfoil. I'd have to remember that one. -- Brandon Sanderson
Grease-smeared dogtop as his head dropped between -- Stephen King
I asked him. " 'I'm telling you that you aren't shooting blanks and haven't been for quite awhile now, ' he said. 'Millions of little wigglies in your sperm sample. Your days of going gaily in bareback with no questions asked have temporarily come to an -- Stephen King
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one. -- Arthur Conan Doyle
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper. -- James Joyce
titillate an ocelot?' Answer: 'Oscillate its tit a lot. -- Thomas Caplan
