“What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.”
“oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.”
“Have you ever wanted something so badly, thought you’d die if you didn’t get it, then when you finally did get it, you wondered what all the fuss was about?”
“If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.”
“Oh, what a nuisance you are! I'm giving you my mouth, my arms, my whole body - and everything could be so simple...My trust! I haven't any to give, I'm afraid, and you're making me terribly embarrassed. You must have something pretty ghastly on your conscience to make such a fuss about my trusting you.”
“All this, this luck – what did it mean? Coming so suddenly, and on such a scale, it was as baffling as a misfortune.”