National isolation breeds national neurosis.

My friendships have a certain symmetry at the moment: Alice is always asking me what she should do, and Nancy is always telling me what I should do.

I&#39;m not writing a Ph.D. Dissertation.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.

You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up.

Carney was hatless and gloveless, wearing her pink linen. Sam looked at her more than once. “its just because he likes pink,” she told herself.

One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star

This was Betsy and Tacy's private corner. Betsy's mother was a great believer in people having private corners, and the piano box was plainly meant to belong to Betsy and Tacy, for it fitted them so snugly.

She tried to act as though it were nothing to go to the library alone. But her happiness betrayed her. Her smile could not be restrained, and it spread from her tightly pressed mouth, to her round cheeks, almost to the hair ribbons tied in perky bows over her ears.

Maud Hart Lovelace

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Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

Written By Maud Hart Lovelace

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