Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
I still haven't quite got used to eating live fish.
Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.
I think the story is the most ancient form of human entertainment.
Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right.
A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.