Quotes from Maureen Daly

It is odd how one can feel like someone else early in the morning - bigger, cleaner, so much more alive.

Talking about your home town is like talking about your own mother.

When I eat, everything tastes so good I can't get all the taste out of it; when I look at something-say, the lake-the waves are so green and the foam so white that it seems I can't look at it hard enough; there seems to be something there that I can't get at. And even when I'm with you, I can't seem to be with you...enough.

Growing up is like taking down the walls of your house and letting strangers in.

A girl can't feel like a lady with a bottle of beer before her.

I wonder, I thought, what I am really thinking. Last week I would have known definitely but now everything seemed vague and evasive.

A sudden thought struck me. Wouldn't it be odd if my mother got old! ... It is only natural that when your children are big you must be older but somehow I had never thought of its happening to my mother... What a peculiar thing to think of in the bright sunshine of the afternoon!

It's funny how, having nice thoughts in your head, it is so pleasant to pull them all out and think them all over again.

Somehow, by holding hands you can carry on a conversation without talking.

Sergeant Missouri crouched close to the ground, pulling up his collar against the bitter, gusting winds. Show me, he thought tiredly, I'm from Missouri.

Looking up, Missouri saw a formation of low-flying P-47's on the horizon, heading up the coast from Naples...Sergeant Missouri laughed aloud. "They're sending us the Air Force, Chico, and we made it with a donkey," he said.

Some mules just seem to be born with the hee-haw habit. Back home we call those fellows 'Missouri Nightingales'.