Somebody was using the pencil.
Said of her husband on the day their divorce became final: Oh, don't worry about Alan. . . . Alan will always land on somebody's feet.
If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you.
Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.
Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?
People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.