I felt lonely and depressed as I stared out the bus window at Chicago's grim, dirty West Side.

I stared at him for a long time.

I just stared at him.

I stared.

Napoleon came to see the painter, stared at the canvas for an hour and said " David, I salute you ".

“ So often ,” he said, “ I have seen such gracious ladies disrupt political combinations .” He sighed and still stared at the ceiling seemingly lost in memory.

When I told them that I and most of my best friends were Freemasons, and that England owed a great deal to its loyal Jews, they stared at me askance and sadly shook their heads in fear for England's credulity in trusting the chosen race.

According to one often repeated story from this period, Jordan stared at the breasts of the Egyptian ambassador's wife at a Washington reception and remarked, " I have always wanted to see the pyramids ".

In that instant, as I stared at the gleaming fish sign and heard her words, I suddenly experienced what I later learned is called anamnesis — a Greek word meaning, literally, " loss of forgetfulness.

She then approached Minokichi to breathe on him, but stared at him for a while, and said, " I thought I was going to kill you, the same as that old man, but I will not, because you are young and beautiful.

A 1992 strip, " The Dart Game of Love ," was prefaced with " I hope this cartoon pleases you gripers who whined about all those Akbar & Jeff strips where they stared at each other.

I stared for half a day once at an old man sitting on a bench in Arrakeen.

Hughes stared down his enemies within the party and committed himself fully to the campaign: " For myself, I say that I am going into this referendum campaign as if it were the only thing for which I lived.

Leading the blind while I stared out the steel

I could ... make out many more details ... Those huge lidless eyes which stared in hate at me, the jointed tendrils which seemed to twist from the head in cosmic rhythms, the ten legs, covered with black shining tentacles and folded into the pallid underbody, and the semi-circular ridged wings covered with triangular scales ...

" In another version, Emmett stared out at the rainy evening and thought, " I wish I was in Dixie.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

I was nearly thirty at the time.

I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.

They, and the two large fans which I could dimly see as daylight filtered through their vents, down at the far end of the hall, could be turned on by a master switch situated inside the office.

By counting the number of stalls and urinals I attempted to form a loose estimate of how many men the hall would hold at one time.

I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.

No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.

I felt strongly attached to the hall, however, and hardly a day passed when I did not go to look at it from a distance.

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??

This desire, I went on, growing voluble as my conviction was aroused, had mounted at such a rate recently that I now found its realization necessary not only to my physical but also to my spiritual wellbeing.

I would have foregone my romantic chances rather than leave a friend sweltering and dusty and -- Well, at least I wouldn't have shouted back a taunt.

I was again in motion and at a speed which belied the truck's similarity to Senor X's Ford turtle.

At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;

I just can't take any chances on getting her pregnant, and if we were sleeping together ''

`` I saw your fire '', she said, speaking slowly, making an effort to control her anger.

`` I won't force Beth to come against her will.

`` Got a lot to tend to, but I'll get back quick as I can '', he assured her.

`` I've got her as neat as I can '', Donovan said, as he dropped the straps of the Seton harness over Greg's shoulders.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.

How lightly her `` eventshah-leh '' passed into the crannies where I was storing dialect material for some vaguely dreamed opus, and how the word would echo.

I guided her to the divan, turned off the TV, faced her.

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

There had been a good second or two during which my muffler had been blowing out, and now I was certain I'd seen her somewhere before.

I sat by her on the divan.

She realized I'd have to notify the police, but fervently hoped I could avoid mentioning her name.

But I promised Joyce I would mention her name, if at all, only as a last resort.

I showed her the shower and tub, and she said, smiling, `` If you really don't mind, I think I'll get clean in the shower, then soak for a few minutes in your tub.

One Monday morning I saw him approach the store with a woman and introduce me to her as my new Aunt.

You must forgive me if I seem to dwell too much on her physical aspects but I am an artist, accustomed to studying the physical body.

And that is the way I first saw her when my Uncle brought her into his antique store.