The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain

The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

What’s broken is broken—and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I’m too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.

I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite.

If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.

Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.

Scarlett, always save something to fear—even as you save something to love.