If you can read in the 21st century you own the world.
I have the world's best job. I get paid to hang out in my imagination all day.
Explanations are such cheap poetry.
Your first impulse is to share good news, your second is to club someone with it.
he looked to her like an absurd twentieth-century Hamlet, an indecisive figure so mesmerized by onrushing tragedy that he was helpless to divert its course or alter it in any way.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.