Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
I think it’s the sweetest, most complimentary thing I ever heard in my life, Mrs. X said warmly to me. Her eyes sparkled with depravity.
I think it’s the sweetest, most complimentary thing I ever heard in my life, Mrs. X said warmly to me. Her eyes sparkled with depravity.
I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.
How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back ‘What?’
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
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