Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.
An event is not over until everyone is tired of talking about it.
People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort.
Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.