“...she herself loved the character of Elizabeth Bennet. "I must confess that I think her as delightful a creature as ever appeared in print, and how I shall be able to tolerate those who do not like her at least, I do not know.”

“There are chapters in every life which are seldom read and certainly not aloud.”

“I remember that I did feel, starting my mini-tour, the resident anxiety you develop when you know you've been too lucky; at any moment, maybe next Tuesday afternoon, I would be stricken with something unbearable.”

“Women were supposed to be strong, but they weren't really, they weren't allowed to be.”

“Beauty takes courage. Courage itself takes courage.”

“Bookish people, who are often maladroit people, persist in thinking they can master any subtlety so long as it's been shaped into acceptable expository prose.”

“Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.”

“A thought comes into her head: that lately she doesn't ask herself what is possible, but rather what possibilities remain.”

“Dorrie gave Larry's hand an excited, distracted squeeze that said: almost home. They were about to be matter-of-factly claimed by familiar streets and houses and the life they'd chosen or which had chosen them.”

“Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.”

“From surfeit to loss is a short line.”