The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire.
There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.
The future belongs to crowds.
I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
Pain is just another form of information.
The music I like best is kind of frozen in my mind from the Sixties and Seventies. I still listen to the same jazz music I listened to when I was eighteen years old, and like and admire it just as much.