I'm More Influenced By My Own Interests

Death Cures All Ills. Well, Most Of Them.

Jean-claude Gave A Low Theatrical Bow, Never Taking His Eyes From Her. "after You, My Sweet. A Lady Should Always Walk Before A Gentleman, Never Behind.

Was A Clear, Pale Blue Like The Eyes Of A Siberian Husky Dog. Human Beings Just Didn't Have Eyes Like That.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

Sometimes Love Isn't About Being Smart. Sometimes It's About Being Stupid Together.