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

How much do they be paying you?" he asked mellowly. "The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.

Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.

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

People looking up at her--at her smooth pretty vivacious face--had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.

It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.