8 Quotes by Stanley Goldyn

How can a man whose eyes are so close together be trusted?

Bucquoy knew of him, and didn't like him because he took his wine in sips.

Inwardly, Mansfeld felt as repentant as a ferret in a rabbit burrow.

Written words are the windows to an author's soul.

I will love you for an infinite moment, and then for a thousand years more. You are the love of my life, and that of my soul; my little sassy vixen.

The prisoner's recurrent, sporadic dreams of escape were simply that - spurious vagaries dismissed almost as quickly as they blossomed in Schkirt's feverish mind.

The realisation of where he was suddenly dawned on the youth in chains, who stopped abruptly, recoiling like a fugitive at the edge of a cliff, and swallowed noisily in the obscure silence.

The blades sang like the strokes of a hammer on a blacksmith's anvil echoing in the empty churchyard.