“The Devil's out of fashion.”

“I could marry the Devil himself if he had some money.”

“Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.”

“I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?”

“I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.”

“...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.”

“Now, paper and pencils," said Miss Marcy, clapping her hands.Writing paper is scarce in this house, and I had no intention of tearing sheets out of this exercise book, which is a superb sixpenny one the Vicar gave me. In the end, Miss Marcy took the middle pages out of her library record, which gave us a pleasant feeling that we were stealing from the government, and then we sat round the table and elected her chairman.”