I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.

Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.

I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.

Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.

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.

All really nice girls wonder when men don't try to kiss them. They know they shouldn't want them to and they know they must act insulted if they do, but just the same, they wish the men would try.

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