People who expect deference resent mere civility.
Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
Sometimes the given seems like something taken away.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.
Boredom is the only sure cure for neurosis.