Words are like leaves,. . .like people really, fond of their own society.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Ill-fitting grammar are like ill-fitting shoes. You can get used to it for a bit, but then one day your toes fall off and you can't walk to the bathroom.

Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.

Our notions of self-determination are, on the whole, something of a myth. We are governed almost exclusively by our own peculiar habits, which makes those who rail against them that much more remarkable.

For a taste that's a bit more distinct, eat a bird before it's extinct.

I suggest we depict penguins as callous and unfeeling creatures who insist on bringing up their children in what is little more than a large chest freezer.