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

I shudder at the thought of men.... I'm due to fall in love again

I hate writing, I love having written.

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 :)

all men are the same age.

It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.

Hold your pen and spare your voice.