[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?
Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.
A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.
She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.