"She is more body than soul, more soul than mind. To her belongs all that is beautiful, even the very word beauty itself. All that exists to beautify her. The sun shines only to burnish her skin an gild her hair; the wind blows only to whip up the colour in her cheeks; the sea strives to bather her; flowers die gladly so that her skin may luxuriate in their essence. She is the crown of creation, the masterpiece. The depths of sea are ransacked for pearl and coral to deck her; the bowels of the earth are laid open that she might wear gold, sapphires, diamonds and rubies. Baby seals are battered with staves, unborn lambs ripped from their mothers’ wombs, millions of moles, muskrats, squirrels, minks, ermines, foxes, beavers, chinchillas, ocelots, lynxes, and other small and lovely creatures die untimely deaths that she might have furs. Egrets, ostriches and peacocks, butterflies and beetles yield her their plumage. Men risk their lives hunting leopards for her coats, and crocodiles for her handbags and shoes. Millions of silkworms offer her their yellow labours; even the seamstress roll seams and whip lace by hand, so that she might be clad in the best that money can buy."
It's not like I'd ever tell him I fancied him. Oh no, that's far too risky. It'd ruin out friendship; it would. Have we already pushed that barrier? Probably. But it was nothing, right? It was an accident. Merely an accident that just happened to occur on two completely separate occasions. But not again. I swear never...
NB: "Never" would obviously be discarded if said he wanted to. By god, I hope he wants to.
'I think I'll be a clown when I get grown,' said Dill. Jem and I stopped in our tracks. 'Yes sir, a clown,' he said. 'There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks exept laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.'
'You got it backwards, Dill,' said Jem. 'Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them.'
"I have called the major crisis of adolescence the identity crisis; it occurs in that period of the life cycle when each youth must forge for himself some central perspective and direction, some working unity, out of the effective remnants of his childhood and the hopes of his anticipated adulthood; he must detect some meaningful resemblance between what he has come to see him himself and what his sharpened awareness tells him other judge and expect him to be. "