Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.

But they (the infantry) had no use for boys of twelve and thirteen, and before I had a chance in another war, the desire to kill people to whom I had not been introduced had passed away.

What a curious kind of fool a girl is. Never been licked in school. What's a licking?

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

God pours out love upon all with a lavish hand -- but He reserves vengeance for His very own.

I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.

Next to possessing genius one's self is the power of appreciating it in others.