I Loved Something I Made Up

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

Fo' Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We's Got Ter Have A Doctah. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah Doan Know Nuthin' 'bout Bringin' Babies. -prissy

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

The Whole World Can't Lick Us But We Can Lick Ourselves By Longing Too Hard For Things We Haven't Got Any More - And By Remembering Too Much.

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.