I think we are trying to improve for next week. Period. I do not think anybody is thinking about anything else.
President Reagan is a rhetorical roundheels, as befits a politician seeking empathy with his audience.
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.
I've never worn fur, either. I'm a naturally squeamish person, and fur smells like dead animal to me.
the heart of religion is not altered states but altered traits of character. For me, then, the test of a substance's religious worth or validity is not what kind of far-out experience it can produce, but is the life improved by its use? That's the test. Now, on that score, if you remove the "religious cocoon," the experiences don't seem to have much in the way of discernible, traceable effects.
Do what you love and the rest will come.
There's no day when I don't think it would be great to be 25 years old and have the Olympics coming in less than 300 days - and be the best in the world. I can't think of anything so motivating.