I loved something I made up

He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

Crackers are short on sparkle.

I've always had a weakness for lost causes once they're really lost.

Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.

Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett—I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!