We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
The older I get, the more I become an apple pie, sparkling cider kind of guy.
I love skating and sparkling and flying around the ice, and people clap for you. It's an amazing feeling.
For some reason, on that sparkling afternoon last week, I actually saw the coal that was passing by and it set me to thinking how important coal was to our everyday lives when I was a little boy.
Why would one ever be so insane as to ditch a perfectly beautiful metaphor? Cut back, of course, prune if you like, so that the best metaphors are clear and sparkling. But I will throw out unread the book that promises me no metaphors inside.