I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.

The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.

Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere.

She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends.