I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.