“The Lord of Rags and Tatters.”

“Words are the dress of thoughts; which should no more be presented in rags, tatters, and dirt than your person should.”

“For though my rhyme be ragged,Tattered and jagged,Rudely rain-beaten,Rusty and moth-eaten,If ye take well therewith,It hath in it some pith.”

“First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You .... Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up. ...”

“That type of dream just kind of wears out with time like a favorite old T-shirt. One day, it's nothing but tatters and all you can do is throw it over on the rag pile with the others.”

“But just the same, she dared not allow her mind to look up, for she sensed that the tattered images of her dreams were still hung high on the masts of her consciousness like the ragged remainders of sails flapping after a storm.”