“There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.”
“There is nothing worse than being stuck in a bad conversation.”
“Ydych chi'n cymryd cerdynnau credid?" said the highwayman, no doubt trying to frighten me further, his consonants chained like anal beads strung out of hell's own bunghole.”
“There’s nothing worse than a woman who tries too hard.”
“What's worse? Being strung out or being fat?”
“Nothing was worse than reading too late and falling asleep two or three pages into a novel.”