“The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.”
“And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.”
“If I was being cruel, you'd know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you.”
“My dear fellow, who will let you?""That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”
“Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.”
“The raw tomato, devoured in the garden when freshly picked, is a horn of abundance of simple sensations, a radiating rush in one's mouth that brings with it every pleasure. . . . a tomato, an adventure.”