Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.

Be worthy love, and love will come.

…men never forgive like women.

Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions

Life is like college; may I graduate and earn some honors.

I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn't love me.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.