Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

“Cold love’s the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, …”

“Yet here apparently on this stifling summer afternoon was the eye of Mr. Flay a…”

“Civilized people don't feel.”

“I know she’ll hate him. She likes to be the only one, you know. She likes to dr…”