I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass.
Claire was struggling through last summer’s diary volume when Myrnin popped in through the portal, wearing a big floppy black hat and a kind of crazy/stylish pimp coat that covered him from neck to ankles, black leather gloves, and a black and silver walking stick with a dragon’s head on it. And, on his lapel was a button that said, If you can read this, thank a teacher.
Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told, 'I'm with you kid. Let's go.'
I can't be a rose in any man's lapel.
I want to grow a flower for every time someone tells me “F*** you.†Then I’ll go back to that person and pin the flower on their lapel in a gesture of friendship. And while they are looking down on it in astonishment, I’ll bunch up my knuckles and punch them in the face.