Twain's End - Pg 125

   Grunting softly with each breath, Mrs. Clemens waited until Isabel stopped smiling. "If you care about him, let him talk about the rugs in this place, Miss Lyon. Let him talk about the wall color. Let him talk about the shutters. Just don't encourage him to tell the truth about himself." She paused, panting slightly. "No one wants to hear about the deepest part of another person's heart. It's too unbearable."