“There was a time where every song Was filled with words of love and not of angerWhere did they go?Why did they leave me far behind?”

“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces? Why did they have to be so thoroughfully over?I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key word: love,alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose.”

“Mr. Honeyfoot did not propose going quite so far --indeed he did not wish to go far at all because it was winter and the roads where very shocking.”

“I really did love you." Leaving out the unsaid word, once."Me, too." Once.”

“Lord, why did you leave me in these woods?”

“The wretch was far too handsome for words. Why did God have to give such good looks to such abominable men? First Colonel Taylor, and now this pirate. It was damned unfair.She groaned. The scoundrel even had her cursing. Where did it end?”