My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.

It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

For a few minutes, everything is so cute that the mind reels.... And then, believe it or not, things get worse. So I shot myself.

I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.

She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.

Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them