I Just Can't. I'm Married. I Made

Even When I Look Straight Into The Milky Blue Eyes I Can't Find Myself Any More. When Did I Stop Being Me?

I Look After Those Who Look After Me." He Smacks His Lips, Stares At Me, And Adds, "i Also Look After Those Who Don't." - Sara Gruen (water For Elephants)

I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell

Although, Pretending Not To Notice Is Almost Worse Than Noticing.

Sometimes I Think That If I Had To Choose Between An Ear Of Corn Or Making Love To A Woman, I'd Choose The Corn. Not That I Wouldn't Love To Have A Final Roll In The Hay - I Am A Man Yet, And Something Never Die - But The Thought Of Those Sweet Kernels Bursting Between My Teeth Sure Sets My Mouth To Watering. It's Fantasy, I Know That. Neither Will Happen. I Just Like To Weight The Options, As Though I Were Standing In Front Of Solomon: A Final Roll In The Hay Or An Ear Of Corn. What A Wonderful Dilemma. Sometimes I Substitute An Apple For The Corn.