She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

Some things are best mended by a break.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through theprison bars of illness and suffering! Plus je vois, the more I am thrilled by the spectacle.

The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.