“Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.”

“He looks at you like...like you're something to eat.”

“Agnes: Aw. My caterpillar never turned into a butterfly. Edith: That's a Cheeto. Agnes: Oh. [eats it”

“Henrietta Swanson: "She was voted young lady most likely to become charming."Sheriff Taylor: "Well, say now. Becoming charming - that is something to look forward to, ain't it.”

“I looked in vain for LaRoue, my cruelty toward her now in me like a splinter, where it would sit for years in my helpless memory, the skin growing around; what else can memory do? It can do nothing; It pretends to eat the shrapnel of your acts, yet it cannot swallow or chew.”

“But first of all he is a woodsman, and you aren't a woodsman unless you have such a feeling for topography that you can look at the earth and see what it would look like without any woods or covering on it. It's something like the gift all men wish for when they or young-- or old-- of being able to look through a woman's clothes and see her body, possibly even a little of her character.”