Fifth sentences randomly taken from the trusty books on my shelf:
Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do. Anne Carson - Autobiography of Red
When I was a child, I didn't know that the pieces of paper I used had been made by anybody. Wallace Shawn - Essays
It was surrounded by a thick growth of cane and brier, of cypress and gum in which broken sunlight lay sourceless. - William Faulkner - Sanctuary
Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. Ursula K. LeGun - The Dispossessed
White, perhaps. Renaldo Arenas Farewell to the Sea
It is intimate and it is universal - Gaston Bachelard - The Psychoanalysis of Fire
The surface of these pools, by day, reflected perfectly the blue sky, a reflection broken only by the thin, bright green tips of new rice. David Abram - The Spell of the Sensuous
