Sir,"she said,"you are no gentleman!" An apt observation,"he answered airily."And, you, Miss, are no lady.

Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him just as well. In fact, much better.

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

Crackers are short on sparkle.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

She couldn't survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern.

Child, it's a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she's faced the worst she can't ever really fear anything again. ...Scarlett, always save something to fear - even as you save something to love.