Words are like leaves,. . .like people really, fond of their own society.
Almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon.
I've managed to bring the backlog down to a mere sixty-eight years," she announced with some small sense of achievement. "I hope to be able to start marking the papers of pupils who are still alive by the end of the decade.
Take no heed of her.... She reads a lot of books.
Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It's the crack cocaine of the literary world.