Frankly, once I've eaten a thing, I don't expect to see it again.
Like the shock of fondling a raw sausage, blindfold, at a gay party.
I don't know what I want, but I want it NOW!
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.
Do you know what a Palmist once said to me? She said: will you let go!
If I had all the money I've spent on drink — I'd spend it on drink.