I'm Still Picking Pockets--i Just Do It

You Have To Unhook Your Seat Belt." "that's Not True." "i'm Afraid It's Difficult To Walk On The Beach If You're Strapped To A Car Seat.

Some Romantic You Are," Caine Complained As He Pushed The Door Open With His Back."whatever Happened To Women Who Liked To Be Swept Off Their Feet?" "they Got Dropped," Diana Said Flatly.

Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And Legends, Of Dreamers And Rebels. All Of These Have Music Woven Through And Around Them. Tunes For Dancing Or For Weeping, For Battle Or For Love.

Things Have A Way Of Falling Into Place.

We're Not Blank Slates. What We've Done, What We've Survived All Go Into Us.