Authors are ordinary people who usually start to live apart, in the imagination, because they don't fit in with normal, healthy people.

Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary.

He hangs on now, pressing his hand lightly against the wall, below the window, waiting for the familiar arrow of pain. Only there is none. An oddly pleasant swell of memory, a wave of warmth flooding over him, sliding back, slowly. It is a first

The work of the Lord is done by ordinary people who work in an extraordinary way.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

Rock isn't art, it's the way ordinary people talk.