The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
How is it possible to have a civil war?
Don't ever call me mad, Mycroft. I'm not mad. I'm just ... well, differently moraled, that's all.
Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.
When my mother passed away several years ago—well, wait a minute. Actually, she didn’t ‘pass away.’ She died. Something about that verb, ‘to pass away’ always sounds to me as if someone just drifted through the wallpaper. No, my mother did not pass away. She definitely died.
A composite is a euphemism for a lie. It's disorderly. It's dishonest and it's not journalism.
'Spoilt' is a euphemism for 'loved.'