“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”

“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”

“Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.”

“No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me."Horace stopped quickly in front of her."Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?""Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.”

“I want to just be lazy and I want some of the people around me to be doing things, because that makes me feel comfortable and safe - and I want some of them to be doing nothing at all, because they can be graceful and companionable for me.”

“What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?”

“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.”