Home Is Where You Feel At Home.

Those Fellows, They're Always Crying Over Killers. Never A Thought For The Victims.

Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes Me Feel So Mindless In A Worthwhile Way.

I Am Always Drawn Back To Places Where I Have Lived, The Houses And Their Neighborhoods.

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.

Love Should Be Allowed. I’m All For It. Now That I’ve Got A Pretty Good Idea What It Is.