I live at the end of a dead end one way street. I don't know how I got there.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
I saw a sign: "Rest Area 25 Miles". That's pretty big. Some people must be really tired.
I put a new engine in my car, but forgot to take the old one out. Now my car goes 500 miles per hour. The harmonica sounds amazing.
I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
You know what scares me? When you have to be nice to some paranoid schizophrenic, just because she lives in your head.