a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior high prom… The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.

Oh, these people‘s minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they’re not like you and me,” said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

Sometimes something can look beautiful just because it’s different in some way from the other things around it. One red petunia in a window box will look very beautiful if all the rest of them are white, and vice-versa.

You’re very short, aren’t you?” She smirked at Petunia. “And you’ve got a nose like a stoat,” Petunia replied. “But at least I can always have my gowns altered.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that’s inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

At about six in the morning of July 3, 1860, while I was watering my petunias, and thinking of nothing in particular, I perceived coming towards me, a tall, beardless, fair-haired young fellow, wearing a German cap and gold-rimmed spectacles.

Both princesses immediately looked wary, exchanging glances. “Warn us of what?” Petunia asked. She studied him with those blue, blue eyes and Oliver wondered all over again what he was doing here.

Never upstage a man. Don’t top his joke, even if you have to bite your tongue to keep from doing it. Never launch loudly into your own opinions on a subject – whether it’s petunias or politics. Instead, draw out his ideas to which you can gracefully add your footnotes from time to time.

Sire,” Oliver said as he helped Petunia to her feet, “I’d like to marry Petunia. “Of course you would,” retorted the King Gregor. “But not right now! we just got those two taken care of.” He pointed to the twins who were still trying to play Christian‘s odd game. “And weddings are expensive!

Understanding is the basis of care. What you would take care of you must first understand, whether it be a petunia or a nation.

[Petunias are] as hopelessly impractical as a chiffon ball dress.

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.

Why were you lurking under our window?” “Yes – yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?” “Listening to the news,” said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. “Listening to the news! Again?” “Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry.

Oliver’s heart tried to pound its way out of his ribcage, but he ignored it. “I’m in love with Petunia,” he announced. “And I want to help her.