If you throw me out of this house, I shall sleep on the path outside. If you return to the Continent without me, I shall follow you. I will build a willow hut at your gate; I will sleep under your window; I will be waiting for you at your own front door.

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything.

In case there is any question in your mind," he said, cupping her face with his hands. "What I want, what I most desire, the loveliest sight on this dark earth, is you.

God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.

You are absolutely beautiful," Anne said. "But if you see yourself, you'll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play." (Eleanor) "Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?