A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.

A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.

Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.

Just ask yourself, if we weren't taught to be women, what would we be? (Ask yourself this question even if you're a man, and don't cheat by changing the words.)

Pheromones are Earth's primordial idiom.

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.