I forgot my purse of laughter when I dressed this mornin'," she told me. "Have you not bought anythin' the last few days? Prices have gone up. Pay or starve, it's all one to me.
I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.
Without reading, we are all without light in the dark, without fire in the cold.
Threats are the last resort of a man with no vocabulary.
Cats aren't special advisers. They advise us all the time, whether we want them to or no.
Wouldn't--" Kel began to say, but the words stuck in her mouth. She swallowed and tried again. "Wouldn't it be well, not nice to flirt with somebody you don't want to fall in love with?