Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.

a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.

Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.