Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

if I can't get what I want - well, I'll want what I can get.

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.