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 wouldnโt sanctify the railroad company, would it?' asked Rhett and his voice sounded as if he were humbly seeking information.
Margaret MitchellSay youโll marry me when I come back or, before God, I wonโt go. Iโll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so youโll have to marry me to save your reputation.
Margaret MitchellBabies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.
Margaret Mitchell