Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?
If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.
Did you see more glass?
If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.
I thought the two ugly ones were sisters, but they got very insulted when I asked them. You could tell neither one of them wanted to look like the other one, and you couldn't blame them, but it was very amusing anyway.