Of course. You get everything from books.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

A male usually had made up his mind before you began to talk to him -so why bother?- but a female, because her mind was more supple, was always prepared to become more disappointed in you than she had yet suspected possible.

She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.