But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.

The point of good writing is knowing when to stop.

It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

It's not vanity to know your own good points. It would just be stupidity if you didn't; It's only vanity when you get puffed up about them.

But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.

I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.

My pen shall heal, not hurt.