You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.