Cynics Are Simply Thwarted Romantics.

Who Says Life Is Fair, Where Is That Written?

Inconceivable!" "you Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.

I Know Something You Do Not Know. I Am Not Left-handed Either.

The Boys. The Village Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattleskulled Clodpated Dimdomed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys. How Could Anybody Accuse Her Of Stealing Them? Why Would Anybody Want Them Anyway?

I Seemed Busy, Busy, Busy, But I Suppose, If Pressed, I Might Have Admitted That, For All My Frenzy, I Was Very Much Alone.