Arrogance frowns; pride smiles.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
We often disguise our reflexes as deliberate actions.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.
Metaphors convince at once or not at all.