I can't start writing until I have a closing line.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
Fortunately, just when things were blackest, the war broke out.
Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.
If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?
Gold was not sure of many things, but he was definite about one: for every successful person he knew, he could name at least two others of greater ability, better, and higher intelligence who, by comparison, had failed.