Her affection for everything she could love increased.

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

a person who was clever ought to be clever enough not to be unjust or deliberately unkind to anyone.

She looked into the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing- Sara who never cried.

People never like me and I never like people

Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.

Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.