Going towards her, he said: "Why don't you get some ?" "I don't believe in it.

They look better growing." "But you'd like some ?" "They want to be left." "I don't believe they do." "I don't want the corpses of flowers about me," she said.
"That's a stiff, artificial notion," he said.

"They don't die any quicker in water than on their roots.

And besides, they LOOK nice in a bowl--they look jolly.

And you only call a thing a corpse because it looks corpse-like." "Whether it is one or not ?" she argued.
"It isn't one to me.