Very few people have no opinions about cats.
Smiting enemies has always been so admired that, unlike medicine or archaeology, it entitled its successful practitioners to become kings, emperors, and presidents.
No doubt about it, solitude is improved by being voluntary.
A catless writer is almost inconceivable.
In the taverns all was amiable and easy, but the coffeehouses were cauldrons of edgy malcontents.
The thousands of possible lives that used to spread out in front of me have snapped shut into one, and all I get is what I've got. It's time to pass on the possibilities, all those deliciously half-open doors, to my children, and drive them to the airports, and wish them bon voyage.