Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

When the mountain quaked Like an elbow's nudge Like a shout that something is wrong The people awoke and Knew, yes, knew, that bandits had come

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.