Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

All the world loves a clown.

If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail.

Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.

Something that simply mystifies me.

a college education I would never propose - a bachelor's degree won't even keep you in clothes

My sole inspiration is a telephone call from a director.