I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life.

She has finished college classes and graduated and got her life together. She has helped others get their lives together.

Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.

Did you think of anything when Miss Marcy said Scoatney Hall was being re-opened? I thought of the beginning of Pride and Prejudice – where Mrs. Bennet says 'Netherfield Park is let a last.' And then Mr. Bennet goes over to call on the rich new owner.