Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

Life has no friend.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.