[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.

All i want is a dress with puffy sleaves

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.

Truth exists, only lies have to be invented.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.