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

I just stared at him.

I stared at her, almost speechless.

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 believed him.

In my sights I watched him looming bigger and bigger.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

`` I know him.

Once, pressing him, I learned that his job was only part-time, in the afternoons when nothing went on in the hall.

With distaste I saw him assume a pompous air.

At last, when I put it to him directly, the clerk was forced to admit that the delay in my case was unusual.

When I asked him what, if anything, I could do about it, he surprised me by referring me to the director of the hall.

`` I never saw him.

`` I can't leave him there.

Donald Kruger would like nothing better than to hold him as hostage, and I wouldn't entrust a snake to his tender care.

But, by gosh, I want him and I'm going to have him!!

I meant him no harm.

I've got to take Danny away from Clayton before I lose him altogether.

I heard o' Texas cattlemen wrappin' a cow thief up in green hides and lettin' the sun shrink 'em and squeeze him to death.

`` I don't know nothin' about him ''.

`` So help me, Crouch, I'd like to kill you where you stand, but, before I do, I'm going to hear you admit killing him.

`` I ain't ragging him ''!!

I didn't get a good look at him at all, his back was to me, and I was so scared It was just somebody in a man's suit.