Nobody's perfect. Well$$$ there was this one guy$$$ but we killed him....
You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair.
I had rather fashion my mind than furnish it.
I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it.
I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved$$$ for myself and for my talent.
Over 85% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.
Count Ayakuras abstraction persisted. He believed that only a vulgar mentality was willing to acknowledge the possibility of catastrophe. He felt that taking naps was much more beneficial than confronting catastrophes. However precipitous the future might seem$$$ he learned from the game of kemari that the ball must always come down. There was no call for consternation. Grief and rage$$$ along with other outbursts of passion$$$ were mistakes easily committed by a mind lacking in refinement. And the Count was certainly not a man who lacked refinement. Just let matters slide.