Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

“The notion originated with Daisy’s suggestion that we hire five bath-rooms and …”

“What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after t…”

“There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something th…”

“I do," she protested; "I want to stand on the street corner like a sandwich man…”