Writing is a form of herding. I herd words into little paragraph-like clusters.
Razzy was insulting me silently somehow.
A bookmanโs love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.
From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.
A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country.