What interests me is what you might call vernacular writing, writing that connects you to a place.
If bumblebee leavings and stump paste are so good for you, why can't any of those guys (in the health stores) grow full beards?
Every good idea sooner or later degenerates into hard work.
When you're writing, you are robbed of your delivery.
I've always thought that parallel parking was my main talent.
If General Haig is so smart, why did he finish 214th (out of 310) in his graduating class at West Point? Does that mean there are 213 generals his age who are smarter than he is?