It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.

For days on end, I would hardly speak, and when I did only the vilest sort of gibberish would spout forth. I became morose and fat. Unapproachable, except when eating - and then only by waiters.

I never know how much of what I say is true.

I'm confident that I'm as intelligent as many people, but I know that I'm not as intelligent as some. So in the presence of hyperintelligent people, I'm a shrinking violet because I don't want to look like a fool. I know a little about a lot and a lot about a little.

I read neither good nor bad about me. I let it not even in my life, so it has no effect on me. I am very sensitive.

There comes a time whenyou haveto let yourclothesgo out in the world and try to make it on their own.

Cats always seem so very wise, when staring with their half-closed eyes. Can they be thinking, I'll be nice, and maybe she will feed me twice?