Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.
Lead me not into temptation; I can find the way myself.
Don't ask to live in tranquil times. Literature doesn't grow there.
Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
I think the reason I choose the comic approach so often is because it's harder, therefore affording me the opportunity to show off.
If the world were a logical place, men would ride side saddle.