Clichés in literary fiction of all kinds produce nausea in the literary reader, and on rare occasions have been known to cause hives, shingles, or worse. One reader in Berkeley, California, with a highly elevated literary sensibility choked on a gob of brie cheese and died on the spot when she came across the cliché sour as a pickle while reading a nonlinear, post-Christian, existential novel titled Let's Dance on Freddy's Grave. Or so some writer of popular fiction claimed.
Anyway, if you want to be literary, avoid clichés like the plague.--James N. Frey, How to Write a DAMN Good Mystery
*snicker* Best passage in the whole book!