I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.

I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.

It's not because I've -what is the phrase? -'swept you off your feet' by my -er- ardor?

And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.