Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
Humans were denied the speech of animals. The only common ground of communication upon which dogs and men can get together is in fiction.
It'll be a great place if they ever finish it.
My advice to you, if you should ever be in a hold up, is to line up with the cowards and save your bravery for an occasion when it may be of some benefit to you.