The Ghosts Of Things That Never Happened

That's The Worst…or The Best…of Real Life, Anne. It Won't Let You Be Miserable. It Keeps On Trying To Make You Comfortable…and Succeeding…even When You're Determined To Be Unhappy And Romantic.

One Can't Get Over The Habit Of Being A Little Girl All At Once.

Fancies Are Like Shadows...you Can't Cage Them, They're Such Wayward, Dancing Things.

I Wonder Why People So Commonly Suppose That If Two Individuals Are Both Writers They Must Therefore Be Hugely Congenial.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.