Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.