Everywhere, women gathered in knots, huddled in groups on front porches, on sidewalks, even in the middle of the streets, telling each other that no news is good news, trying to comfort each other, trying to present a brave appearance.

I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.

To Scarlett, there was something breath-taking about Ellen O'Hara, a miracle that lived in the house with her and awed her and charmed and soothed her.

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.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

Crackers are short on sparkle.