... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.
Smell is the voice of the soul.
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?
You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.
I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.