The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
The cat is such a perfect symbol of beauty and superiority that it seems scarcely possible for any true aesthete and civilised cynic to do other than worship it.
Cats rule the world.
The Stones were nasty and ugly and doing songs I was familiar with.
Whether it's a blatant homage or unconscious mimicry, the Rolling Stones have permanently, indelibly influenced how rock stars look and behave.
The Stones can get out there and do it till they're old men. But certain groups are sad-looking to me.
For a novelist, the great thing about the Stone Age people is that we know virtually nothing about their beliefs - which means that I get to make it up! But it's still got to be plausible.
Stories are like that. Like cities, they are built on the stones and bones of the past.
In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel.
If there's a black cat that crosses the street in my path, I will turn around and walk 20 minutes out of my way to not cross it.
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