No one could be the way I remember my father.
In adding up her assets, the ambitious lady calculated the worth of her beautiful body as coldly as everything else.
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
As a youth, I sought out decadence; as an elder, I try to avoid decay.
Readers transform a library from a mausoleum into many theaters.
A sheep who goes looking for a wolf is sure to find one.