“The nice thing about life," said Miss Etta, "is you never know when there's going to be a party.”
“That's the way you have to be with boys," said Betsy. "Beam about their old football when you're dying to know whether they're going to take you to a party.”
“Because - admit it - there's something perversely appealing about sitting all alone, feeling sorry for yourself, especially when the scenery's stunning and there's a party going on behind you.”
“They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.”
“I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.”
“There's always a nest time,' said the king, 'unfortunately. You just don't know what it's going to be about.”