April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory out of desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in a forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. – TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot
I met my boyfriend, a pro poker player, at a tournament. He tried to dissuade me because its a seedy gritty world. Listen, Ive played till 4 in the morning. Ive played with a half million dollars on the table. – Jennifer Tilly
