He seemed unaware of the messiness of the arrangement.

She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

It's nice when somebody tells you about their uncle. Especially when they start out telling you about their father's farm and then all of a sudden get more interested in their uncle.

Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you’re able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can’t you use the same energy to stay well and busy?

Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.