You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

“Tears don't hurt like the ache does.”

“it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the m…”

“I see happiness for all of you .... Happiness for you all ... though, mind you,…”

“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”