I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and YOU!

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.