“Just the place to bury a crock of gold. I should like to bury something precious, in every place I've been happy. And then when I was old, and ugly and miserable, I could come back, and dig it up, and remember.”
“I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.”
“I've buried all the hatchets. But I know where I've buried them and I can dig them up again if necessary.”
“I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.”
“...you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...”
“Would women find vampires even sexier and more romantic if instead of fangs they had rose thorns? It’s thoughts like these I think of when digging in my garden, looking for my one true love (If only I could remember where I buried her!). ”