I don't see how it could possibly be made into a movie unless the entire book was scrapped and Shirley Temple cast as 'Bonnie,' Mae West as 'Belle,' and Stepin Fetchit as 'Uncle Peter.'

Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.

If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.

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.

The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain

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

The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.