The Rich Have A Passion For Bargains

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.

Marriage? It's Like Asparagus Eaten With Vinaigrette Or Hollandaise, A Matter Of Taste But Of No Importance.

When Man, Apollo Man, Rockets Into Space, It Isn't In Order To Find His Brother, I'm Quite Sure Of That. It's To Confirm That He Hasn't Any Brothers.

Love Lasts About Seven Years. That's How Long It Takes For The Cells Of The Body To Totally Replace Themselves.

I Have Loved To The Point Of Madness; That Which Is Called Madness, That Which To Me, Is The Only Sensible Way To Love.