A Day Without An Argument Is Like

Irish Was A Man Of Parts Even If Some Of Them Didn't Work Too Well.

Your Green Eye Is A Reducing Chamber. If I Look Into It Long Enough, I Wil Become As Small As My Own Reflection, I Will Diminish To A Point And Vanish. I Will Be Drawn Down Into That Black Whirlpool And Be Consumed By You. I Shall Become So Small You Can Keep Me In One Of Your Osier Cages And Mock My Loss Of Liberty.

Art Need No Longer Be An Account Of Past Sensations.

Just Because We're Sisters Under The Skin Doesn't Mean We've Got Much In Common.

Out Of The Frying Pan Into The Fire! What Is Marriage But Prostitution To One Man Instead Of Many? No Different!