“I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?”
“You aren't a hero and I'm not beautiful and we probably won't live happily ever after " she said. "But we're alive and together and we're going to be all right.”
“If they've managed to bring more firepower than us, we deserve to lose. But we aren't going to lose, because we're the Page sisters and we're librarians.”
“Out of your world perhaps, Susan — but not out of mine,' said Anne with a faint smile.”
“Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.”
“We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must. ”