...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.

We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.

Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to!

Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.