Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.
I wouldn't want to donate my body for scientific study.
You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out.
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
The dead have never bothered me. It's the living that I fear.
I like to get to bed with a clear head.