She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face

My Sort Of Looks Are Of The Kind That Bore Me When I See Them On Other People.

The Announcement That You Are Going To Tell A Good Story (and The Chuckle That Precedes It) Is Always A Dangerous Opening.

She Tells Enough White Lies To Ice A Wedding Cake.

My Father's Nature Turned Out No Waste Product; He Had None Of That Useless Stuff In Him That Lies In Heaps Near Factories. He Took His Own Happiness With Him.

I Have Been Devoured All My Life By An Incurable And Burning Impatience: And To This Day Find All Oratory, Biography, Operas, Films, Plays, Books, And Persons, Too Long.