But it takes all sorts to make up a world, you know, and it would be rather drab without a few butterflies.

Don't throw bricks at me until I've fluttered a bit more, Ally.

My colors won't last long, and I know what old age means, better than most.

If I were in love as you are, my man's rules would be the ones I'd go by all the time; but I'm not in love, and I don't want to be--yet; and I'm only a kid, and I think I have the right to my fling.

This marriage of mine is just a part of the adventure that Martin and I plunged into as a great joke, and he knows it and he's one of the best, and I'm grateful to him, believe me.