I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they're not alive.
Mulberry Street was the beating heart of the Italian-American experience, but you don't find those gangsters now. I live with a bunch of yuppies and models.
With time and patience, the mulberry leaf becomes satin.
God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.
No one person invented Mulberry. The knowledge that we had to have this floating harbor slowly grew.
We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.
I live with a bunch of yuppies and models.