“I buried Little Ann by the side of Old Dan. I knew that was where she wanted to be. I also buried a part of my life along with my dog.”
“Anne Shirley. Anne with an "e.”
“What I saw was more than I could stand. The noise I heard had been made by Little Ann. All her life she had slept by Old Dan's side. And although he was dead, she had left the doghouse, had come back to the porch, and snuggled up by his side.”
“But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.”
“Fiction writing is a kind of magic. If I communicate the magic spell . . . it loses its force for me.”
“I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.”