I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

In a weak moment, I have written a book.

Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.

I only know that I love you. That's your misfortune.

Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it's be brave or else be killed.