By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.

It's easier to write about those you hate — just as it's easier to criticize a bad play or a bad book.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.

But I don't give up; I forget why not.

Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.