It felt like they used a baton or something -- it was harder than anyone had ever hit me in the head before.
I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
Darryl wasn't in good shape -- he was white-faced and panting.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.
To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.