Emotions and Feelings

The camel has a single hump;

The cow is of the bovine ilk;

The turtle lives ’twixt plated decks

You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

See, the conquering hero comes!

I pray you, master Lieutenant, see me safe up, and my coming down let me shift for my self.

Your sheep, that were wont to be so meek and tame, and so small eaters, now, as I hear say, be become so great devourers, and so wild, that they eat up and swallow down the very men themselves.

No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

If the triangles were to make a God they would give him three sides.

If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replying: ‘Because it was he; because it was me.’

when asked if she really had nothing on in a calendar photograph:

when asked if she really had nothing on in a calendar photograph:

on being asked what she wore in bed: Chanel No. 5.

One should eat to live, and not live to eat.

Be nice to people on your way up because you’ll meet ’em on your way down.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

When I consider how my light is spent,

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail.

The sun to me is dark

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,