“Dmitri was in my arms.”

“My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.”

“My standpoint is armed neutrality.”

“You nodded off in my arms watching tv
I won’t move you an inch
Even though my arm’s asleep.”

“Gossip grows like weeds
In a summer meadow.
My girl and I
Sleep arm in arm.”

“Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply,
'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die;
My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go—
Give, give me back this moment to the foe.
'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all,
But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.”

“But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

“At last, my arm is complete again”

“May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.”

“How can my ankles and arms be obscene?”