When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.
The art of fiction is one of constant seduction. You must persuade the reader on page 1 to start reading - on page 50, or page 150 and yes, on page 850.
With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life.
Whatever is not an energy source, is an energy sink.
The work of the world is common as mud.
The incidence of violent brand-loyalty to one's own current dogma has risen.