The primary one being, like I said, I don't like rock 'n' roll piano.
Excitable boy, they all said, he killed and raped her and brought her home.
Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.
There's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave, nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.
I might have made a tactical error not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that didn't pay off.
I missed jazz, kind of. And by the time I came to it in life, it was too intimidating to enjoy thoroughly.