I can be stupid sometimes.
Should-haves solve nothing. It's the next thing to happen that needs thinking about.
Books have become products, like cereal or perfume or deodorant.
One of the injustices of the world was that it was so easy to make the innocent and caring ones happy with so little.
To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It's the only thing that lasts, that's worth working for, for fighting for
But you know who you are when you're on your own out there in all that emptiness. There's no past, no holding on to the scraps that are all you've got left. Everything is that minute, or maybe tomorrow, not yesterday.
You belong with me, Scarlett, haven't you figured that out? And the world is where we belong, all of it. We're not home-and-hearth people. We're the adventurers, the buccaneers, the blockade runners. Without challenge, we're only half alive. We can go anywhere, and as long as we're together, it will belong to us. But, my pet, we'll never belong to it. That's for other people, not for us.
Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.
I would be a horrible girlfriend at this point in my life, because I’m both needy and unavailable.
A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.
Old maids like the houseless and unemployed poor, should not ask for a place and an occupation in the world: the demand disturbs the happy and the rich.