For several moments, Mary couldn't hear anything over the violent pounding of her pulse.
A Spy in the HouseThe house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.
Super-CannesIf your house was burning, what would you grab? I’d grab my penis. Repeatedly.
Sleepwalking is resterciseOur world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.
Towards a New ArchitectureMy great-great grandfather and I were the best of friends, although we never met
Tales of the Fiction HouseThe key to good writing is to leave Boo Radley in the house until the end of the story.
Michael P. NaughtonAbsence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Pablo Neruda