Society just has a way of inhibiting you, which is good and bad.
A stick or a stone only stings for a minute. A name seems to hurt forever.
Can't we be friends?' I hate your guts, Frankovitch' Can't our guts be friends?
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
A little glitter can turn your whole day around.
I find the term perfect child to be an oxymoron.