I Loved Her Like A Rabbit Loves

Love, When You Get Fear In It, It's Not Love Any More. It's Hate.

O.k." "gee I'm Glad." "me Too. I'm So Sick Of Hot Dogs And Beer And Apple Pie With Cheese On The Side I Could Heave It All In The River." "you'll Love It, Frank. We'll Get A Place Up In The Mountains, Where It's Cool, And Then, After I Get My Act Ready, We Can Go All Over The World With It. Go As We Please, Do As We Please, And Have Plenty Of Money To Spend. Have You Got A Little Bit Of Gypsy In You?" "gypsy? I Had Rings In My Ears When I Was Born.

She Was A Little Given To Rehearsing Things In Her Mind, And Having Imaginary Triumphs Over People Who Had Upset Her In One Way And Another.

Yes, I Have Actually Mined Coal, And Distilled Liquor, As Well As Seen A Girl In A Pink Dress, And Seen Her Take It Off. I Am 54 Years Old, Weigh 220 Pounds, And Look Like The Chief Dispatcher Of A Long-distance Driving Concern. I Am A Registered Democrat. I Drink.

A Home Is Not A Museum. It Doesn't Have To Be Furnished With Picasso Paintings, Or Sheraton Suites, Or Oriental Rugs, Or Chinese Pottery. But It Does Have To Be Furnished With Things That Mean Something To You.