I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.
I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.
Scarlett, always save something to fear—even as you save something to love.
I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.