She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

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.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.