“Yes, I sounded like a pathetic weenie. I prefer to think of it as showing my softer side.”
“It was true. I wasn't good with liking someone. my instinct was total self-preservation: show no sign of weakness. This was my pathetic way of being shy.”
“I wouldn't like to be cremated', she said.'You'd prefer worms?''Yes, I would.”
“Repeated critic sounds like music classic. I prefer Mozard or Bethoven”
“If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl.”
“[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.”