The car rocked back and forth and tipped uphill.
I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.
In the absences of a decent time machine, fiction remains the most sturdy vehicle for visiting other eras.
There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
Neither did the cop car that went past, nor the firetruck, nor the next three cop-cars.
Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.