Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
She's a warm fart at Christmas.
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.