Why, He Wondered, Should He Remember Her

Last Night I Dreamt I Went To Manderley Again.

[referring To The Birds:] Nat Listened To The Tearing Sound Of Splintering Wood, And Wondered How Many Million Years Of Memory Were Stored In Those Little Brains, Behind The Stabbing Beaks, The Piercing Eyes, Now Giving Them This Instinct To Destroy Mankind With All The Deft Precision Of Machines.

Men Are Simpler Than You Imagine My Sweet Child. But What Goes On In The Twisted, Tortuous Minds Of Women Would Baffle Anyone.

Because I Want To; Because I Must; Because Now And Forever More This Is Where I Belong To Be.

We're Not Meant For Happiness, You And I.