“Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?”

“She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.”

“She did the best that we could be; she was perfectly charming and perfectly loving. She was a dream. And she was the kind of dream that you remember when you wake up smiling.”

“She was the people's princess and that is how she will stay, how she will remain in our hearts and our memories for ever.”

“A woman never tells you why she loves; she just tells you how she loves.”

“She had almost dared ask, but was perhaps too fearful of hearing something she could not refute.”

“She's not a bad girl because
She made me see, hmmm…
How love could be.
But she's a bad girl because (bad girl because)
She wants to be free, hmmmm… (bad girl because)
She wants to be free”

“She too had found the experience transforming. How could she not? A demon had been exorcised. Several. And just when she felt more capable of love than she had ever been, she found herself alone.”

“Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me?”

“Child, it's a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she's faced the worst she can't ever really fear anything again…. Scarlett, always save something to fear— even as you save something to love…”