They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Oh, why was he so handsomely blond, so courteously aloof, so maddeningly boring with his talk about Europe and books and music and poetry and things that interested her not at all - and yet so desirable?

There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but men do.

I'm tired of saying "How wonderful you are!" to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.

Do I understand, sir, that you mean the Cause for which our heroes have died is not sacred?' If you were run over by a railroad train your death wouldn’t sanctify the railroad company, would it?' asked Rhett and his voice sounded as if he were humbly seeking information.

I'm tired of saying, "How wonderful you are!" to fool men who haven't got one-half the sense I've got, and I'm tired of pretending I don't know anything, so men can tell me things and feel important while they're doing it.

I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.