Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.
I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?
She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.
Lunatics are writers whose works write them.
What do I miss? Second-hand bookshops where I can find things I had no idea I wanted. AbeBooks helps, but it doesn't have that smell.
Whoever opined "Money can't buy you happiness" obviously had far too much of the stuff.