My father owned a small piece of land. He carried it with him wherever he went.
It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.
Life is for the living.
Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.
I'm really a timid person - I was beaten up by Quakers
Should I marry W? Not if she won't tell me the other letters in her name. And what about her career? How can I ask a woman of her beauty to give up the Roller Derby? Decisions...