“Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.”

“One may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.”

“I'm sure I'm not Ada for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine does'nt go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I'm not Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she's she and I'm I, and-oh dear, how puzzling it all is! i'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is tweleve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is-oh dear! I shall never get to tewnty at that rate! However, the Multiplication- Table doesn't signify: let's try geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome-no, that's all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel!”

“I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.”

“I'm pretty sure that I'm going insane. Crazy. Off the rails. Worrying. Waiting. It's torture. "Love is horrible" (smile)”

“She grabbed her clutch bag and circled her arms around his neck. "Caulder McCutchen, I'm really not sure what you are."He lifted his head and looked down at her, squinted. "I'm a man. Enough said?"Velia smiled and looped her arm through his. "Yes, sir. Shall we go?”