Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three faces—the face they get when they’re children, the face they own when they’re grown, and the face they’ve earned when they’re old. But when you live as long as I have, you get many more. I look nothing like I did when I was a wee thing of thirteen. You get the face you build your whole life, with work and loving and grieving and laughing and frowning.

She felt as she often did in class when she was nearly sure she had the right answer, but could not always make herself raise her hand.

All things are strange which are worth knowing.

The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.

This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

He missed you like a fish in a bowl misses the open sea.