The life you save may very well be your own.

When she told a story, she rolled her eyes and waved her head and was very dramatic.

The life you save may very well be your own.

It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.

...free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply.

My own approach to literary problems is very like the one Dr. Johnson's blind housekeeper used when she poured tea-she put her finger inside the cup.

Elizabeth Hardwick told me once that all her first drafts sounded as if a chicken had written them. So do mine for the most part.