…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

I've come home in love with loneliness

Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar, ' said Anne.

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared, ' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

Nobody can love you if you don't love yourself.

Words can be as irrevocable as an action. They can cut as deeply as a surgeon’s scalpel.

White House political adviser Karl Rove was one of Robert Novak's sources for the 2003 disclosure of a CIA operative's identity, according to a story published today in "Duh" magazine.

We had nine pails of candy for Halloween, now we are down to one. They go for a lot of the candy mixes. I think that they buy them for themselves sometimes.

I like to be surprised by life.

What is most important is to cease legislating for all lives what is liveable only for some, and similarly, to refrain from proscribing for all lives what is unlivable for some.

Do not let your opponent see your spirit

To make personal movies that you are the author of, is quite a difficult thing. It takes a lot of stamina.

I think that good writing is based on good reading. Maybe it's not about writing today, maybe it's about reading today. Maybe it's about finding the sort of book you would never read.

"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."