The word is the most imprecise of signs. Only a science-obsessed age could fail to comprehend that this is its great virtue, not its defect.
Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
Edith Sitwell's interest in art was largely confined to portraits of herself.
He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.
He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.