There is no worse sound in the world than someone who cannot play the violin but insists on doing so anyway.
Sometimes words are not enough.
Life isn't fair," he said, in his undisguised voice, and for once the Baudelaire orphans agreed with every word the man said.
I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.
Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.
There's information about everything from poetry to pills, from picture frames to pyramids, and from pudding to psychology--and that's just in the P aisle, which we're walking down right now.