Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

Girls took to dressing like boys, and though women had obtained the vote, we had swiftly moved on to pursuing flashier freedoms: necking in cars and smoking cigarettes and walking down city streets in flesh colored stockings.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

After Henry's treatment of her she wasn't sure that men could honestly love women but she wanted to believe it. She wanted to be told pretty things and for the frightening clip of her heart to slow to something more reasonable.