The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental.
Expensive advertising courts us with hints and images. The ordinary kind merely says, Buy.
I want to appear ordinary, but I have it understood that I am not.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
Youth demands more than ordinary life. Age clings to it.
After my spectacular failures, I could not be satisfied with an ordinary success.