There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

A man must take the fat with the lean.

She had gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was beautiful.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.

Nothing of what is nobly done is ever lost.

Let me see you ride a donkey over my green again, and as sure as you have a head upon your shoulders, I'll knock your bonnet off, and tread upon it!