Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint. — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
“I’ve got it!” he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers in triumph. “Take your knickers off.” “What?” Did that mean what I think it did? “Your knickers. You know—panties, underwear, muff-huggers, nasty nets—” — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
