Boredom is a pleasing antidote for fear

From the very first, I knew that it would be so...I smiled to myself, and said, "That -- and none other.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand.

Dead men tell no tales, Mary.

Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me." "Do you mean you want a secretary or something?" "No, I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.

When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a woman’s hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.