Only the right name gives beings and things their reality. A wrong name makes everything unreal. That's what lies do.
Only in grammar can you be more than perfect.
After eating, an epicure gives a thin smile of satisfaction; a gastronome, burping into his napkin, praises the food in a magazine; a gourmet, repressing his burp, criticizes the food in the same magazine; a gourmand belches happily and tells everybody where he ate; a glutton empraces the white porcelain alter, or more plainly, he barfs.
Give your main clause a little space. Prose is not like boxing; the skilled writer deliberately telegraphs his punch, knowing that the reader wants to take the message directly on the chin.
Never put the story in the lead. Let 'em have a hot shot of ambiguity right between the eyes.
Avoid overuse of 'quotation “marks. ”'
. . . it's Bush's baby, even if he shares its popularization with Gorbachev. Forget the Hitler 'new order' root; F. D. R. used the phrase earlier.
Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land And how a child to the virgin came? Will you tell them that the reason why we murdered Everything upon the surface of the world Is so we can stand right up and say we did it in his name?
How do you want to create peace, if there is no peace inside yourselves?
[Red Sox and Blue Jays] formula's been they have such durability in the bullpen.
If you want to take off your journalist outfit and declare yourself a pundit and go argue against Donald Trump, go for it. But you can't wear both hats.