"I'd have cut out my tongue sooner. What kind of a mother do you think I am? Shame!"
"It's wicked to rear a girl with no conception of life."
"You're no greener than I was. That's what a man wants in the girl he marries. Innocence."
"Ignorance."
"It all comes naturally to a woman after she's married, life does."
"I—I hate life."
"Lilly!"
"I do! I do! I do!"
"You poor child!" said Mrs. Becker, stroking her hand, and her voice pitched to a very private key. "Life is life and what are you going to do about it?"
"Only love—some sort of magic potion which Nature uses to drug us, can make her methods seem anything but gross—horrible."