Mick Jagger moves like a parody between a majorette girl and Fred Astaire.
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
My father was quite an attractive guy. He was very intelligent and very amusing. I didn't like him. He was always very nice to me but I just didn't like him.
I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
Intelligence alone can't make a good writer and style alone can't make a good writer - that is, not a really important or significant writer - but the two things together make a really good writer.