It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right.

For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty. Now I am pretty lonely.

It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.

Hal is on his way." The nurse announced reentering the room.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Chestnuts in stuffing tastes like someone chewed up a tree branch and then French-kissed it into your mouth.

Beef. Yes. Roast beef. It's the Swedish term for beef that is roasted.