I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

She had a way of embroidering life with stars.

But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.