Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew