Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

How pleasant,' Dona said, peeling her fruit; 'the rest of us can only run away from time to time, and however much we pretend to be free, we know it is only for a little while - our hands and our feet are tied.

It wouldn't make for sanity would it, living with the devil.

I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.

Boredom is a pleasing antidote for fear

All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.

Dead men tell no tales, Mary.