However Many Years She Lived, Mary Always

She Liked Books More Than Anything Else, And Was, In Fact, Always Inventing Stories Of Beautiful Things And Telling Them To Herself.

She Looked Into The Staring Glass Eyes And Complacent Face, And Suddenly A Sort Of Heartbroken Rage Seized Her. She Lifted Her Little Savage Hand And Knocked Emily Off The Chair, Bursting Into A Passion Of Sobbing- Sara Who Never Cried.

When You Will Not Fly Into A Passion People Know You Are Stronger Than They Are, Because You Are Strong Enough To Hold In Your Rage, And They Are Not, And They Say Stupid Things They Wish They Hadn't Said Afterward. There's Nothing So Strong As Rage, Except What Makes You Hold It In--that's Stronger. It's A Good Thing Not To Answer Your Enemies.

If I Go On Talking And Talking...and Telling You Things About Pretending, I Shall Bear It Better. You Don't Forget, But You Bear It Better.

I Am Sure There Is Magic In Everything, Only We Have Not Sense Enough To Get Hold Of It And Make It Do Things For Us