Macbeth: I wish your horses swift and sure of foot, / And so do I commend you to their backs. / Farewell. (I think I’ll kill their horses, too.) /[…]I was not at all bothered by Macbeth’s interruption in the middle of his second speech, Banquo’s long comment on his short last speech, or the equicidal joke that concludes the scene.

Could you hand me a kleenex? My nose is running.

I do love writing Cancerfic because it allows me to write dark and angsty stories.

Next spring you’ll see more women than ever wearing “casuals” and “flats,” the shoes with the wedge heels or no heels at all.