Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

— L.M. Montgomery

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

— L.M. Montgomery

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

— L.M. Montgomery

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods, and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.

— L.M. Montgomery

Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?

— L.M. Montgomery

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

— L.M. Montgomery

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

— L.M. Montgomery

You may tire of reality, but you never tire of dreams.

— L.M. Montgomery

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

— L.M. Montgomery

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

— L.M. Montgomery