I'm Riding You With A Slack Rein,

Do I Understand, Sir, That You Mean The Cause For Which Our Heroes Have Died Is Not Sacred?' If You Were Run Over By A Railroad Train Your Death Wouldn’t Sanctify The Railroad Company, Would It?' Asked Rhett And His Voice Sounded As If He Were Humbly Seeking Information.

It Was Better To Know The Worst Than To Wonder.

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.

Her Lips On His Could Tell Him Better Than All Her Stumbling Words.

I'm Not Asking You To Forgive Me. I'll Never Understand Or Forgive Myself. And If A Bullet Gets Me, So Help Me, I'll Laugh At Myself For Being An Idiot. There's One Thing I Do Know... And That Is That I Love You, Scarlett. In Spite Of You And Me And The Whole Silly World Going To Pieces Around Us, I Love You. Because We're Alike. Bad Lots, Both Of Us. Selfish And Shrewd. But Able To Look Things In The Eyes As We Call Them By Their Right Names.