That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

I'm afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We've got to face the fact. (Walter)

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

What care I if it be "wild and improbable" and "lacking in literary art"? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should interest me. If it does, I forgive it every other fault.

…I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's full of flaws.' 'So's everybody's,' said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. 'Mine's cracked in a hundred places. Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would go on developing in that line.

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.