In Argument Similes Are Like

If I Didn't Have My Parents To Think About I'd Have Given In My Notice A Long Time Ago, I'd Have Gone Up To The Boss And Told Him Just What I Think, Tell Him Everything I Would, Let Him Know Just What I Feel. He'd Fall Right Off His Desk! And It's A Funny Sort Of Business To Be Sitting Up There At Your Desk, Talking Down At Your Subordinates From Up There, Especially When You Have To Go Right Up Close Because The Boss Is Hard Of Hearing.

A Book Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Seas Frozen Inside Our Soul.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

My 'fear' Is My Substance, And Probably The Best Part Of Me.

From A Certain Point Onward There Is No Longer Any Turning Back. That Is The Point That Must Be Reached.