It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

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

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.