She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She was quick.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She regarded them as signs that she was nearing the glen she sought, and she was glad to at last be doing something positive in her unenunciated, undefined struggle with the mountain and its darkling inhabitants.

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

She was bewildered.

She was standing in a thick grove.

She already knew this unwholesome, chilling atmosphere that was somehow grotesquely alive.

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

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

She was wearing nothing beneath the coat.

She was standing with her back to the glass door.

She was just not able to break the spell.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

Meredith was irritated when the Grafin knocked at his door and told him, `` She is a great beauty!!

She confessed she was unhappy, he asked was it her husband??

She began to explain, `` There was this poet, in Italy '' He interrupted, `` Please don't judge all poets ''.

She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.

She was the widow of a writer who had died in an airplane crash, and Mickie had found her a job as head of the historical section of the Treasury.

She did write for a few television shows under her married name, but upon marrying Thomas Reggie ( who was not a writer ) in 1963, she ceased writing entirely.

She is the niece of Diana Barrymore and the grandniece of Lionel Barrymore, Ethel Barrymore and Helene Costello, the great-great-granddaughter of John Drew and actress Louisa Lane Drew, and the great grandniece of Broadway idol John Drew, Jr. and silent film actor / writer / director Sidney Drew.

She wrote " He was a great letter writer.

She was a widow whom Delany married in 1743, and was an accomplished letter writer.

She married fantasy writer David Mason ( 1924-1974 ) in 1956.

She did so, but complained that this Pagan writer said nothing about ecclesiastical affairs and stopped with the accession of the emperor Valens in 364 ; consequently Paul interwove extracts from the Scriptures, from the ecclesiastical historians and from other sources with Eutropius, and added six books, thus bringing the history down to 553.

Religious writer Kenneth Briggs has written that " Marge is my candidate for sainthood [...] She lives in the real world, she lives with crises, with flawed people.

She was born Ursula Kroeber, and raised in Berkeley, California, the daughter of anthropologist Alfred L. Kroeber and writer Theodora Kroeber.

She attended Berkeley High School with science fiction writer Philip K. Dick.

She was given her middle name, Laura, because of her parents ' friendship with writer Aldous Huxley's wife, Laura Huxley.

As British writer and critic V. S. Pritchett explained, " She was certainly drily aware that she had been given to an old husband as a reward for his professional services to a friend of her family and that the capital was on her side.

She was the first German woman writer to publish books without making use of a pseudonym.

She has been in a relationship with producer / writer / director Matthew Carnahan since 2001.

She " never decided to become a writer ... just was one.

" She said that science fiction narratives give a writer the ability to explore themes in ways that realistic fiction cannot.

She improvised dialogue, causing confusion among other actors, and infuriated the writer, Julius Epstein, who was called upon to rewrite scenes at her whim.

She made me a star, but it was a young book by a young writer.

She married Panio Gianopoulos, a Greek-American writer and book editor, in 2007.

In 1987, Burton played Dave Robinson, a journalist ( sports writer ), in the third season of Murder, She Wrote, episode 16 " Death Takes a Dive " starring Angela Lansbury as Jessica Fletcher.

She is a " very distant " cousin of the late writer and editor George Plimpton, and, despite the different spelling, cartoonist Bill Plympton.

She was a Southern writer who often wrote in a Southern Gothic style and relied heavily on regional settings and grotesque characters.

She was created by writer Otto Binder and designed by artist Al Plastino in 1959.

She wants to be a famous writer someday, an aspiration that her teacher Ms. Grundy approves of.

She married writer George Alec Effinger and moved to New Orleans in 1976.