“One, two, three / Buckle my shoe.”
“One, two, ... five!""Three, my lord.”
“I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.”
“I did NOT have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty.”
“One word, two lips, three four five fingers form a fist.One corner, two parents, three four five reasons to hide.One child, two eyes, three four seventeen years of fear.A broken broomstick, a pair of wile faces, angry whispers, locks on my door.”
“But if as you read this book you're saying to yourself: "I'd rather be miserably married than be alone." Well young lady, take out your clown shoes and buckle your seat belt - it's going to be a very bumpy one-woman circus.”