never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?

But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.

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

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.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair." — Anne Shirley