Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.

A woman who acts like a fool is a fool.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.