We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
The fog comes on little cat feet.
Nothing happens... but first a dream.
People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.
The shovel is the brother to the gun.