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Old age is . . . a lot of crossed off names in an address book.
Old age is . . . a lot of crossed off names in an address book.
I came to live in a country I love; some people label me a defector. I have loved men and read more
I came to live in a country I love; some people label me a defector. I have loved men and women in my life; I've been labeled "the bisexual defector." Want to know another secret? I'm even ambidextrous. I don't like labels. Just call me Martina.
Some to the fascination of a name,
Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
Some to the fascination of a name,
Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for read more
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's read more
Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
Proper names are poetry in the raw. Like all poetry they are untranslatable.
Proper names are poetry in the raw. Like all poetry they are untranslatable.
On, Amos Cottle!--Phoebus! what a name!
On, Amos Cottle!--Phoebus! what a name!
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know. read more
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know.
"Only Brooks of Sheffield," said Mr. Murdstone. I was glad to
find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for at first I really
thought that it was I.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
