Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.

She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.

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

That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...]

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.