The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.
The modern superstition is that we're free of superstition.
Perhaps living souls had greater phantom powers than the dead.
Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found there.
Some people feed you with love.
What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, you think about them some more, you're changing again. And on it goes. You are changing right now. Before my eyes.