He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

We can see the film stars of yesterday in yesterday’s films, hear the voices of poest and singers on a record, keep the plays of dead dramatists upon our bookshelves, but the actor who holds his audience captive for one brief moment upon a lighted stage vanishes forever when the curtain falls.

She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears and hopes and make-believe.

…you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind.

Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.

Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.