above all

To be born in the street means to wander all your life, to be free. It means accident and incident, drama, movement. It means above all dream. A harmony of irrelevant facts which gives to your wandering a metaphysical certitude.
Henry Miller, Black Spring

matters concern

And so with most of the matters of ordinary life…how you make your money, or whether you love your wife, or if you have ‘affairs’. All these matters concern only the person concerned, and, like going to the privy, have no interest for anyone else.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

named only

All talk on modern poetry, by people who know,” wrote Mr. Carl Sandburg in Poetry, “ends with dragging in Ezra Pound somewhere. He may be named only to be cursed as wanton and mocker, poseur, trifler and vagrant. Or he may be classed as filling a niche today like that of Keats in a preceding epoch. The point is, he will be mentioned.
T.S. Eliot,  Ezra Pound: His Metric and Poetry

first paragraph

Give me a kiss first,” he answered with a smile. She eagerly met his lips and kissed him deeply. “I’ll pour some coffee,” he said, rising while she flipped to find the first paragraph. She moved to the sofa and nestled under the reading lamp to drink her first sip of prose.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

some way

She understood perfectly well why people had cocktail parties, and jazzed, and Charlestoned till they were ready to drop. You had to take it out some way or other, your youth, or it ate you up.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

eyes burned

I listened at the door, cautiously, anxious to avoid a fatal mistake in the last few seconds of my stupidity. Silence. I opened the door slowly, peering out, my eyes burned by the hundred watts of our living room light. I stepped out onto the marble foyer. I peeked upstairs. I heard a low moan.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

they take

They will eat anything, anything they can get their big goy hands on! And the terrifying corollary, they will do anything as well. Deer eat what deer eat, and Jews eat what Jews eat, but not these goyim. Crawling animals, wallowing animals, leaping and angelic animals—it makes no difference to them—what they want they take, and to hell with the other thing’s feelings (let alone kindness and compassion).
Philip Roth, Portnoy’s Complaint

taking tea

The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest’s house cooed where Canon O’Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S. J. were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo.
James Joyce, Ulysses

such emotions

I assert, then, that in the wondrous bodily whiteness of the bird chiefly lurks the secret of the spell; a truth the more evinced in this, that by a solecism of terms there are birds called grey albatrosses; and these I have frequently seen, but never with such emotions as when I beheld the Antarctic fowl.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick