no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.

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

Jem was safe from her, and he would ride away with a song on his lips and a laugh at her expense, forgetful of her, and of his brother, and of God; while she dragged through the years, sullen and bitter, the stain of silence marking her, coming in the end to ridicule as a soured spinster who had been kissed once in her life and could not forget it.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

... and through it all and afterwards they would be together, making their own world where nothing mattered but the things they could give to one another, the loveliness, the silence, and the peace.

A bad workman blames his tools.