People Told Her She Hadn't Changed Much,

A Good Laugh Is As Good As A Prayer Sometimes.

Gilbert Put His Arm About Them. 'oh, You Mothers!' He Said. 'you Mothers! God Knew What He Was About When He Made You.

Listen To The Trees Talking In Their Sleep,' She Whispered, As He Lifted Her To The Ground. 'what Nice Dreams They Must Have!

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.

I Am Simply A Book Drunkard.