This is the seat of logic, analysis, verbal reasoning and the kinds of thoughts--Maybe I should just kind of squinch over a little more to the left--that you never imagine crossing Tiger Woods's mind.
The Binary Clock, the ultimate gizmo for people who laugh in the face of time, play tiddlywinks on the lap of destiny, and boil bratwurst in the kitchen of fate.
Lorne wakes up with a start, when there bursts out a thrilling vociferation in the western city, followed by a blue bolt flash through the sky without a thunderclap.
Alone amongst the dead he stomped up and down, and they passed before him in vision: his treasures, his safeguards, his anchors to immortality - the diary was destroyed and the cup was stolen.
An awful flicker of doubt appeared in her eyes. I slid my arm around her waist and murmured that if we were counting heads, the Buddhists were the boys for my money.
Usually if you don't write down something that comes into your mind immediately, you're going to forget it and you're probably not going to use it in the essay.
And as I was in the shower the words of an old hymn came to me, you may not know it. It's By and By... When the morning comes. And I started thinking about when the morning might come.