I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
The villain may be good looking, but his smile is never quite right.
Inconsistency has been overpraised by people who do not expect to suffer from it.
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
Studying the past may suggest new ways of going wrong.
The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.