Genghis Miliband roars up to the despatch box like a caged donkey.

[T]he wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.

We speak now or I do, and others do. You’ve never spoken before. You will. You’ll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal...

Newly Found Sugary Spill: Tastes Like Dried Spit or Old Soda

…childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.

There’s an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine — “Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like p...

The voice was cool, drawling, and insolent, but the eyes were something else. She looked about as hard to get as a haircut.

A Dream Pirate attack is swift and ragged. Like awkward phantoms, the pirates often fly in lurches and jerks, and they usually destroy everything that gets in their way.