Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The

..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.

There Was No Warning, Not Even A Knock. The Door Flew Open, And He Forgot His Present Aches And Pains In Anticipation Of What Lay In Store. The Figure That Stood In The Door Was Not That Of An Enemy. It Was Worse. It Was His Mother.

Martyrdom Is Often The Result Of Excessive Gullibility.

I've Been Reading Ghost Stories Ever Since I Could Read. I'm Immensely Curious About Ghosts And Ufos And All That Stuff, But I'm A Very Hard-headed Person.

Kissing Someone Out Of Pity Is Always A Mistake.