Every novelist should possess a hermaphroditic imagination.
She wanted out of the decorating scheme.
He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.
And in some of the houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered. What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.
Usually my ideas are small.
girls forbidden to dance would only attract husbands with bad complexions and sunken chests.