Quotes About Apples

I read them all, read them one by one with a kind of constant hunger as if they were apples that fed and made you hungry at the same time.

Anglisc voices: words drumming like apples split over wooden boards, round, rich, stirring. Like her father's words, and her mother's, and her sister's. Utterly unlike Onnen's otter-swift British or the dark liquid gleam of Irish.

Peretur rode now through lands abandoned by people and sharp with the scent of vinegar where apples, unpicked, had fallen and rotted in the grass.

I tried to imagine a dragon eating apples and failed.