The Accent is tricky in terms of political correctness. If you do a British accent well, people will be impressed, but if you do an Asian accent well, people will be offended.

An Accent is just fonts for the mouth.

An Accent is something other people have.

Accent should betray neither one's mother's birthplace nor one's father's income.

The Air is the universal perfume flask.

The Air is the universal microphone-loudspeaker and mouth-ear all in one.

The Air is all forearm and wields the longest slap imaginable.

Air is a ropeless swing just as water is a seesaw with no fulcrum.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

Fog is the simulation’s way to save memory in rendering landscapes.

Fog is rain that whispers.

Fog is indecisive rain.

Fog is edged with rags.