Some Children Are Spoiled And It Is

I Was Observing Her Closely As I Talked, And After A While I Began To Get The Impression That She Was Not, In Fact, Quite So Merry And Smiling A Girl As I Had Been Led To Believe At First. She Seemed To Be Coiled In Herself, As Though With A Secret She Was Jealously Guarding. The Deep-blue Eyes Moved Too Quickly About The Room, Never Settling Or Resting On One Thing For More Than A Moment; And Over All Her Face, Though So Faint That They Might Not Even Have Been There, Those Small Downward Lines Of Sorrow.

Titchy Little Snapperwhippers Like You Should Not Be Higgling Around With An Old Sage And Onions Who Is Hundreds Of Years More Than You.

I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed.

Sex Is Like Nose Picking. It's Fine As Long As You Practice It Yourself, But It's Disgusting Watching Someone Else Doing It.

It's Impossible To Make Your Eyes Twinkle If You Aren't Feeling Twinkly Yourself