To be allowed, no, invited into the private lives of strangers, and to share their joys and fears, was a chance to exchange the Southern bitter wormwood for a cup of mead with Beowulf or a hot cup of tea and milk with Oliver Twist.

The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.

My wife is one of the best wimin on this continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb, with mint sauce.

the woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.

A wife is the earth itself, changing hands, bearing scars.

She likes her wine white, and that’s how I like my clam chowder. So chuggable!

"Wild Women: "They know instinctively when things must die and when things must live; they know how to walk away, they know how to stay.

Somewhere in the South Pacific lies a little white boat with a queer crew—an arch-fiend and his two imps, a man who was a man and a woman who placed her honor far—far higher than her life.

Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.
Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies.
Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
Katherine: In his tongue.
Petruchio: Whose tongue?
Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo'esome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine.