Gone with the Wind

by Margaret Mitchell

decent people weren’t safe around uncivilized Southerners.”

“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.

And I don’t intend to waste my money on tombstones

‘Dulce et decorum est —

“He never really existed at all, except in my imagination,” she thought wearily. “I loved something I made up, something that’s just as dead as Melly is.

This was a calamity too deep for tears.

What is broken is broken

She wondered forlornly if she had ever really understood anyone in the world.

After all, tomorrow is another day.”