I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

Sheep. I'm stuck in a boarding school filled with sheep.

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.