Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?
It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.
We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?
One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.
The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.