What is your favorite passage, in terms of style? What have you read that you've said of afterwords, "Damn, I'd give up one hand to write like that with the other." Here's mine, from The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson. No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone. It's worth noting that this is the first paragraph of the book, and also the final paragraph of the book. If anyone has not read it, I highly recommend it!