It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me."Horace stopped quickly in front of her."Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?""Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, everyone knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same, everyone knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss...