Without imagination, writing is a stack of lumber, a sack of nails, and a locked tool shed.
The Daddy Rockcompressed into boxes, packed in sawdust,... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human CadaversOh darling, I don't slip into the sack with just anyone and when I do, I prefer gentlemen.
Stolen PetalsI bought a five-pound sack of sugar. Now I just need to buy a cup of coffee to dump it in.
Sleepwalking is restercise