Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.

Treat a dog right and he'll treat you right - he'll keep you company, be your friend, never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against them.

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown

one year as his wife, and id have become one of those abject, quaking women who look at their husbands when someone asks them a question. I've always despised that type, but I see how it happens now

Do you arrange your books alphabetically? (I hope not.)

This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

I never met a man half so true as a dog. Treat a dog right, and he'll treat you right. He'll keep you company, be your friend, and never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against 'em.