His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.
Love...is the immovability of truth.
The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.
Words never mean what we want them to mean.
It would be refreshing to have a politician try to defend guns without any reference to the Second Amendment, but on the merits of guns.
I first became a vegetarian when I was nine, in response to an argument made by a radical babysitter. My great change - which lasted a couple of weeks - was based on the very simple instinct that it's wrong to kill animals for food.