Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

Truth exists, only lies have to be invented.

Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!" (Anne to Gilbert)

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.