“You can write books, but there’s only ever one book that’s really you.” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“You remember I said last night that you were my secret?” Anna nodded. “I knew just what you meant. You’re mine.” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“had decided while she was in bed that she would never speak to her again. But she wanted Marnie to see her. She wanted… — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“if she was over-sure of meeting her, that would be the time she would not come.” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“You can write books, but there’s only ever one book that’s really you.” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“Marnie moved nearer and touched her hair. “Dear Anna, I love you more than any girl I’ve ever known.” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“she was a little frightened that first afternoon. There seemed such a huge expanse of water and sky, and so little of herself.” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“Yes! Oh, yes! Of course I forgive you! And I love you, Marnie. I shall never forget you, ever!” — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
“Anna turned away abruptly. “You needn’t bother,” she said. But the girl held her back. “No, don’t go! Don’t be such a goose. I… — Joan G. Robinson Copy Share Image
