Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

My pen shall heal, not hurt.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.