The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial," said Anne, rather scornfully. "Nobody would expect two blacksmiths to be violently attracted toward each other merely because they were both blacksmiths.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.