Usage ain't always a matter of ought.

I think what's really hard is making sense and making what you write clear and smooth-flowing.

Cats have intercepted my footsteps at the ankle for so long that my gait, both at home and on tour, has been compared to that of a man wading through low surf.

Going to Vanderbilt did a lot of things for me, and one of the things it cured me of was the need to follow college football.

A picture's worth a thousand words? A library card's worth millions.

That's American English for you: more roots than a mangrove swamp.

I do not know what the cat can have eaten. Usually I know exactly what the cat has eaten. Not only have I fed it to the cat, at the cat's insistence, but the cat has thrown it up on the rug, and someone has tracked it all over onto the other rug. I do not know why cats are such habitual vomiters. They do not seem to enjoy it, judging by the sounds they make while they are doing it. It's their nature. A dog is going to bark. A cat is going to vomit.