“She's bucktoothed to an unfortunate degree.”
“It's unfortunate that the more annoyed she gets, the prettier she looks.”
“She had lost the art of conversation, but not, unfortunately, the power of speech.”
“She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.”
“She's as sweet as tupelo honey,She's an angel of the first degree.- Tupelo Honey”
“Love, she thought, he'd typed "love" just as she had. A multifacedted word, love, there probably wasn't another word in this or any other language that had so many shades and degrees. She knew that he loved her and she loved him, just as she loved Adam and Adam loved her. But with love, theirs or his, it was always a question of degree, and what one was willing to do to express that degree.”