King Kong, Count Dracula, and the Phantom of the Opera are just looking for love, like the rest of us.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Either offer me something I really like, or stop trying to tempt me.
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.