You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.

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.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.