But it doesn’t matter because, look, here come the waiters. They are scraping away the debris with their little horn and steel blades, pulled with studied grace from the hidden pockets of their white aprons....

I want to make a splash in the world, and I want to make one with my dry wit. My dry wit is wetter than you’d imagine.

I don’t like to make a big splash anyway.

In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.

I went to a fire sale. I brought a bucket of water, and boy did I make a splash.

Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.

We see sacrifices on the altar but God sees blood splashed on the walls of the altar