A Few of Our Favorite Sentences, Part 1

3de6a49007e7ed5199a3536a2eb990d9On Monday, we shared a list of great sentences as decided by The American Scholar, and we thought it might be fun to share a few of our favorite sentences (gathered from the Writing Center tutors and faculty and staff in the Writing Program and English Department).

Professor Eric Ekstrand likes this sentence by WD Graham: “Other guilts as far as a life away turn up to mourn me back over into early outworn linens of fear.” 

Tutor, and member of the track team, Kristin likes this sentence from John Parker’s Once a Runner“And not one of them was prepared, truly prepared to believe that it had not so much to do with chemicals and zippy mental tricks as with that most unprofound and sometimes heart-rending process of removing, molecule by molecule, the very tough rubber that comprised the bottoms of his training shoes.”

Julie likes this one from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:” “We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown.” 

Rebecca likes this epic sentence from William Faulkner’s Barn Burning“He could not hear either: the galloping mare was almost upon him before he heard her, and even then he held his course, as if the urgency of his wild grief and need must in a moment more find him wings, waiting until the ultimate instant to hurl himself aside and into the weed-choked roadside ditch as the horse thundered past and on, for an instant in furious silhouette against the stars, the tranquil early summer night sky which, even before the shape of the horse and rider vanished, strained abruptly and violently upward: a long, swirling roar incredible and soundless, blotting the stars, and he springing up and into the road again, running again, knowing it was too late yet still running even after he heard the shot and, an instant later, two shots, pausing now without knowing he had ceased to run, crying “Pap! Pap!,” running again before he knew he had begun to run, stumbling, tripping over something and scrabbling up again without ceasing to run, looking backward over his shoulder at the glare as he got up, running on among the invisible trees, panting, sobbing, “Father! Father!”

Brooke is a fan of this one from poet Sarah Kay: “You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so many in a phone call, only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.” 

H.B. is sharing this sentence from A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean”Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed?”

Do you have a favorite sentence? Share with us on our Facebook wall and we might share your sentence here!