Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

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

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

I feel as if something has been torn suddenly out of my life and left a terrible hole. I feel as if I couldn't be I — as if I must have changed into somebody else and couldn't get used to it. It gives me a horrible lonely, dazed, helpless feeling. It's good to see you again — it seems as if you were a sort of anchor for my drifting soul.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.