He Loved Her, He Loved Her, And

Sicily Is More Beautiful Than Any Woman.

Poor Slob Without A Name. It's A Little Inconvenient, His Not Having A Name. But I Haven't The Right To Give Him One: He'll Have To Wait Until He Belongs To Somebody. We Just Sort Of Took Up By The River One Day, We Don't Belong To Each Other: He's An Independent, And So Am I. I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Know I've Found The Place Where Me And Things Belong Together.

Well, I'm About As Tall As A Shotgun, And Just As Noisy.

I Believe More In The Scissors Than I Do In The Pencil.

My Major Regret In Life Is That My Childhood Was Unnecessarily Lonely.