Excuse me if I'm clinging on to life, but my parents wove me from tight thread.

All babies are beautiful.

There are so many good authors; there's no shortage of them.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

I'm interested in everthing but passionate about nothing.

I see badly, I hear badly, and I feel bad, but everything's fine.

Wit doesn't make girls pretty.