If You Have To Go Away,' She

For Her Everything Was Red, Orange, Gold-red From The Sun On The Closed Eyes, And It All Was That Color, All Of It, The Filling, The Possessing, The Having, All Of That Color, All In A Blindness Of That Color." - Ernest Hemingway.

I Was Blown Up While We Were Eating Cheese.

No One Ever Stopped When They Were Winning.

I'm Not Unfaithful, Darling. I've Plenty Of Faults But I'm Very Faithful. You'll Be Sick Of Me I'll Be So Faithful.

We're Always Lucky,' I Said And Like A Fool I Did Not Knock On Wood.