Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Why aren't police procedurals mysteries?
Reruns are barely a reality now.
It has to be part of the grammar of television, as a form of art, that a show can be ruined before the end of its run.
You know who seem not to know a damn thing about reading, is poets, that's who.
Suppose Descartes needs to be alone. To be able to say what?
'What is decisive is not to get out of the circle, but to get in it in the right way.' —I seem to spend all my days trying.
'Once they had almost been happy. But their trade humiliated them now that they held themselves in higher esteem, and they goaded each other on in disgust, flattered each other, spoiled each other. Pécuchet adopted Bouvard's abruptness. Bouvard took on some of Pécuchet's moroseness.
"I'd rather be a juggler in the town square!" said one.
"You might as well be a ragman!" cried the other.
What an abominable situation! And not even the hope of escaping!'
'The only cure—don't talk about it.'