“Everybody has. It wouldn't do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about.”

“But I'll have to ask you to wait a long time, Anne," said Gilbert sadly. "It will be three years before I'll finish my medical course. And even then there will be no diamond sunbursts and marble halls."Anne laughed."I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. You see I'm quite as shameless as Phil about it. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more `scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other -- and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now."Gilbert drew her close to him and kissed her. Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.”

“Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort, he said complacently.Perhaps there will...if we want it, she said, But what makes you think so?Why, it's in the catechism, said Davy.Oh, no, there is nothing like that in the catechism, Davy.But I tell you there is, persisted Davy. It was in that question Marilla taught me last Sunday. Why should we love God? It says, Because he makes preserves, and redeems us. Preserves is just a holy way of saying jam.”

“You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair.”

“The humans are dead(I see that they're dead)The humans are dead(I'm glad that they're dead)It had to be done(I've just confirmed that they're dead)So that we can have fuuunThe human's they used,All their human oppression,And put all of us,In a robo-depression, soWe had to shut-their-systems-down.Can't we just talk to the humans,Make up our differences.NO! Because they are deadThe humans are dead...”

“Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible…and good? What would we find to talk about?”

“Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!”