I can catch the ball. You've got to throw it to me.
Yes, we get death threats every week. . . from the Muslims.
We live in a world where it has become politically correct to avoid absolutes. Many want all religions to be given the same honor, and all gods regarded as equally true and equally fictitious. But take these same people, who want fuzzy, all-inclusive thinking in spiritual matters, and put them on an airplane. You will find they insist on a very dogmatic, intolerant pilot who will stay on the straight and narrow glidepath so their life will not come to a violent end short of the runway. They want no fuzzy thinking here!
I don't let my picture be taken. I'm on too many hit lists.
Your husband is lazy if the directions on his medicine say, "A teaspoon before going to bed," and in one day he uses seven bottles.
I almost shudder at the thought of alluding to the most fatal example of the abuses of grief which the history of mankind has preserved - the Cross. Consider what calamities that engine of grief has produced!
Ruthless, greedy, tyrannical, disreputable. . . they have had one principle worth all the rest, the principle of delight!
There have to be at least two copies of a photograph, otherwise it’s not a photograph.