She Had...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You

There Are So Many Unpleasant Things In The World Already That There Is No Use In Imagining Any More.

I Doubt If I Shall Ever Have Time To Read The Book Again -- There Are Too Many New Ones Coming Out All The Time Which I Want To Read. Yet An Old Book Has Something For Me Which No New Book Can Ever Have -- For At Every Reading The Memories And Atmosphere Of Other Readings Come Back And I Am Reading Old Years As Well As An Old Book.

Some People Go Through Life Trying To Find Out What The World Holds For Them Only To Find Out Too Late That It's What They Bring To The World That Really Counts.

I'd Write Of People And Places Like I Knew, And I'd Make My Characters Talk Everyday English; And I'd Let The Sun Rise And Set In The Usual Quiet Way Without Much Fuss Over The Fact. If I Had To Have Villains At All, I'd Give Them A Chance, Anne--i'd Give Them A Chance. There Are Some Terrible Bad Men The World, I Suppose, But You'd Have To Go A Long Piece To Find Them...but Most Of Us Have Got A Little Decency Somewhere In Us. Keep On Writing, Anne.