Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?
I know not to trust anyone," i say. "Except. . . " Holly studies my face. "You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange, wonderful, repressed place this is.
I'm so wrapped up in my work that it's often impossible to consider other things in my life. My marriage ended in divorce because of this, my relationship with Holly has suffered by this.
Holly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way again.
He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am. ' It's not like you to wax, Artemis" "Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?
I mean, I haven't been completely lacking in some enjoyment of Chuck Berry or Buddy Holly. But I just didn't pay attention to that period of music, obviously.
Be merry all, be merry all, With holly dress the festive hall; Prepare the song, the feast, the ball, To welcome merry Christmas.
Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot". ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958, spoken by the character Holly Golightly
I can try to wheedle information out of people," Holly offered. "For which I'll need a lower-cut top.
Buddy Holly was the geekiest looking guy in the world, but he had some really rockin tunes.
I’ll have your fathers make something special,” Holly said serenely. “If it turns out we don’t like him, I’ll cook the next meal for him.
I wanted to pay tribute to my musical influences: Buffalo Springfield, Lightfoot, the Beatles, the Hollies.
I Google myself pretty often. I usually find something about All Time Low or my break-up with Holly [Madison].
Somehow we just dont make the same boisterous fun of Holy Week that we do of Christmas. No one plans to have a holly, jolly Easter.
