Happiness is the relief after extreme tension

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

If you try to create a type, you may end with nothing. If you do a good job of creating an individual, you may succeed at creating a type.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.