“Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”

“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”

“I love it when you look at me like that,' he murmured, his fingers kneading into the plump flesh of her cheeks, 'How am I looking at you?' she managed. 'Like you want to eat me alive, but you don't have a spoon.”

“Dear little Bog-Face,Why are you so cold?And why do you lie with your eyes shut?--You are not very old.I am a Child of this WorldAnd a Child of Grace,And Mother, I shall be glad when it is over,I am Bog-Face.”

“Beloved,/ I am so glad,/ So very glad You have come.”

“I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.”