We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, read more

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

Asthma doesn't seem to bother me any more unless I'm around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me read more

Asthma doesn't seem to bother me any more unless I'm around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me most would be a dog smoking a cigar.

Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause read more

Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not.

The voice of the people has been said to be the voice of God

The voice of the people has been said to be the voice of God

The more I see the representatives of the people, the more I love
my dogs.
[Fr., Plus je read more

The more I see the representatives of the people, the more I love
my dogs.
[Fr., Plus je vois des representants du peuple, plus j'aime mes
chiens.]

Some people are like Slinkies - not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you read more

Some people are like Slinkies - not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.

Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the read more

Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul - chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are read more

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"