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.

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

You had to endure something yourself before it touched you.

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

There was never an accident.Rebecca was not drowned at all. I killed her.I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove.I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.It's Rebecca who's lying dead there on the cabin floor.Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?

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