...from sweaty-palmed anxiety blooms vivid imagination.

...everyone holding a check pad is an aspiring something-else.

She was angry and humiliated and hurt, but she wasn't belligerently vicious. She was clever.

He inquired with the confidence of anyone trying free samples at a grocery store and putting on an Oscar-worthy performance of a person that was going to come back and buy it all later.

He was no stranger to middle fingers anyways; in Texas he had worked for a graphic design company, and the art world is overflowing with such fingers. At times almost exclusively.

But there's a sense of camaraderie in that, in knowing that you're on the same team of players all looking to play a different game.

He felt to be two tea bags away from making some progress on the entire situation, and that was a precise calculation. Any caffeine drinker excels in this area of mathematics.

Rock bottom had turned out to be more greasy and hairy than rocky.