The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.
She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself
But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive.
For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.