Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right.

I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.

Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.

Well, there's a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

The difference between rich and poor", said Francie, "is that the poor do everything with thier own hands and the rich hire hands to do things.

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer.