Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.

Sometimes I think it's better to suffer bitter unhappiness and to fight and to scream out, and even to suffer that terrible pain, than to just be... safe. At least she knows she's living.

Suffering is also good, it makes a person rich in charachter.

She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.

Everything, decided Francie after that first lecture, was vibrant with life and there was no death in chemistry. She was puzzled as to why learned people didn't adopt chemistry as a religion.

And that's where the whole trouble is. We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves.