But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

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

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

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.