There Is Nothing Like A Garden To

..he Continues To Cling To The Forlorn Hope That I Will Turn Into One Of Those Swooning Females...and Fling Myself Squeeling At Him Whenever Anything Happens. Like All Men, He Clings To His Illusions.

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

I Am So Tired Of Ruggedly Handsome Heroes. I Don't Know Too Many Ruggedly Handsome People Who Are Necessarily Nice People. In Fact, The Beautiful People Have A Big Handicap Because They Rely Too Much On Their Appearance And Don't Bother To Become Interesting.

His Masculinity Was Only Too Apparent

There Are Too Many People In The World As It Is, But The Supply Of Ancient Manuscripts Is Severely Limited.