“Sometimes when you're around I've been tempted to kiss you suddenly and tell you that you were just an idealistic boy with a lot of caste nonsense in his head.”

“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.”

“Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!"He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.”

“I've got an adjective that just fits you.”

“There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.”

“I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

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