Dear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
An unread book is just a block of paper.
Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.