How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.
Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called ...duct tape.
The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.
But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.
Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.