[On the ringing of her doorbell or telephone:] What fresh hell is this?
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!
Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.
tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!
I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.