It's like a lot of kids; when you tell them someone's died, they laugh.
The willow turns his back on inclement weather. And if he can do it, we can do it.
We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.
My so-called career is a haphazard thing.
I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.
One may not eat what has a face.