Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.

If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folks that cause me pains :)

The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.

We were all imitative. We all wandered in after Miss Edna St. Vincent Millay. We were all being dashing and gallant, declaring we weren't virgins, whether we were or not.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

Writing well is the best revenge.

His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.