I have been fighting over commas all my life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Now, you lose something in your life, or you come into a conflict, and there's gonna come a time that you're gonna know: There was a reason for that. And at the end of your life, all the things you thought were periods, they turn out to be commas. There was never a full stop in any of it.
It's always nice to end your sentences with an exclamation mark, and not a comma.
To me, part of the beauty of a comma is that it offers a rest, like one in music: a break that gives the whole piece of music greater shape, deeper harmony. It allows us to catch our breath.
I am gennerally understood tho I do not use that awkward squad of pointings called commas colons semicolons etc.
A good procrastination should feel like you're inserting lots and lots of commas into the sentence of your life.
Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim.
I have to tell you, I'm a happy man. I've lived the life I wanted to live. I've written the books I wanted to write. No publisher has ever even suggested that I change so much as a phrase - commas and periods, yes - and I suspect that I have a lot of serious readers; in fact, I know.
I've been fighting for a long time.
I like commas. I detest semi-colons - I don't think they belong in a story. And I gave up quotation marks long ago. I found I didn't need them, they were fly-specks on the page.
Life is a series of commas, not periods.