Sometimes if you want to know for sure whether the stove is hot, the only way to find out is to touch it.
Hope for the best, plan for the worst.
He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.
What do I miss about the UK? Sadly, almost nothing. Maybe the midnight sun, in June in the north. That's all.
I have a kind of old-fashioned, artisan approach.
It's a kind of zen question: if you write a book and no one reads it, is it really a book?