Metaphors convince at once or not at all.

Cruel impulses stir all about my kindly heart.

Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.

Silence kills scandal.

Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.

Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.