You never do things the easy way, do you?" she said. "There's an easy way?" I asked.

I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

It's not prowess if you watch 5 hours of TV a day. It's just how you choose to spend your time.

After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.

I have no balance. My life is a hot mess.

The framed tale is, in my opinion, one of the most natural ways to tell a story. If you think of it, the conceit of the frame-less story is actually the odd way of doing things. Without the frame, how do you know the context for a story?