You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.
They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is 'Live, live, live, live, live!' It's all they've learned, it's the only advice they can give.
I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.
Nothing's more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof.
Things have a way of turning out so badly.
When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I'm only really alive when I'm writing.