She likes her wine white, and that’s how I like my clam chowder. So chuggable!
Sleepwalking is resterciseThis world is nothing more than fresh white underwear, and I’m going to leave my mark on it.
This Book is Not FOR SALEWhat is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?
White NightDon't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?
White NightThe way Starr felt in church, that's how I felt at the art museum, both safe and elevated.
White Oleander