“Since I can't get this leashoff and take myself for a walk, what would you suggest, baby?" she lifted her chin "that's princess to you”

“She set her mouth, lifted her chin. "I'm not leaving you here. No matter what.”

“I don't need to be babied. I've taken care of myself for a long time.""You need all the babying you can get, angel. And something's bothering you. Are you going to tell me what's going on?""Go to hell." She slammed down the phone.She tightened her chin and her resolve. "I didn't expect to see you so soon.""I was told to go to hell. My connecting flight was delayed so I thought I'd drop in.”

“I think," said my neighbour, her chin very high in the air (and still spiffed, I am glad to say) "that women who've never married and never had children have missed out on the central experiences of life. They are emotionally crippled."Now what am I supposed to say to that? I ask you. That women who've never won the Nobel Peace Prize have also experienced a serious deprivation? It's like taking candy from a baby; the poor thing isn't allowed to get angry, only catty. I said, "That's rude, and silly," and helped her to mashed potatoes....."You can't catch a man.""That's why I'll never be abandoned," said I. Fortunately she did not hear me. Did I say taking candy from babies? Rather, eating babies, killing babies, abandoning babies. So sad, so easy.”

“Jenna.” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

“Sed Kissed her on the forehead. "You know what I hate about you?"She scowled, some strange emotion stealing her breath. "What?""You know me too well.""You know what I hate about you?""What?""Everything.""Oh yeah?"She nodded.He chuckled. "Baby, if that's how you show your hatred, I can't wait to see how you show you care.”