Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.
He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.
It's solitary drinking that makes drunkards.
Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily.
Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?
Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.