Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued.

If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money.

They expect us to open our doors in September, but we don't get our money until November or December, if our applications are approved. By that time, the kids are halfway into the semester.

I think we need to have someone who represents us in Springfield that can bring back money for local community programs.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

We're tolerant, ready for gay marriage, and we're unhappy that these people are trying to force their bigotry on us.