Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.
I wish people would quit telling me to think. I think. Thinking's easy. It's not thinking that's hard.
Any good marriage involves a certain amount of play-acting.
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.
If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can't be called accidents any more.