You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up.

I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories.

You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say.

When there are boys you have to worry about how you look, and whether they like you, and why they like another girl better, and whether they're going to ask you to something or other. It's a strain.