“I was kind of a tomboy climbing trees so it never crossed my mind, no.”

Source: The Ghost Writer

Source: Rhythmen und Runen (1944), p. 466

Source: hellomagazine.com http://www.hellomagazine.com/celebrities/2013030911512/rachel-weisz-us-interview/

closing lines, p. 249
Memoirs, May Week Was in June (1990)

Erika Jayne interview to SheKnows http://www.sheknows.com/entertainment/articles/810403/erika-jayne-exclusive-interview/page:2 (2009)

"The Haunted Smile: The Story of Jewish Comedians in America" (2001)

Source: The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

Variant: And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Poems and Ballads (1866-89), The Triumph of Time
Context: p>It is not much that a man can save
On the sands of life, in the straits of time,
Who swims in sight of the great third wave
That never a swimmer shall cross or climb.
Some waif washed up with the strays and spars
That ebb-tide shows to the shore and the stars;
Weed from the water, grass from a grave,
A broken blossom, a ruined rhyme.There will no man do for your sake, I think,
What I would have done for the least word said.
I had wrung life dry for your lips to drink,
Broken it up for your daily bread:
Body for body and blood for blood,
As the flow of the full sea risen to flood
That yearns and trembles before it sink,
I had given, and lain down for you, glad and dead.</p