The only reason people do not know much is because they do not care to know. They are incurious. Incuriousity is the oddest and most foolish failing there is.
The service took place on one of those afternoons that occur only in the past.
Thank you for your input; I can tell you are struggling towards being interesting.
Money and fame are trashy and don't guarantee happiness, but we all refuse really to know it.
My father was all brain and little heart.
Literary studies were no more than a series of autopsies performed by heartless technicians. Worse than autopsies: biopsies. Vivisection. Even movies, which I love more than anything, more than life itself, they even do it with movies these days.