Ah! The smell of the untouched, unopened pages: the aroma of unexperienced joy.
The crackle of the crisp, fresh paper: the promise of a new world; so we may escape and be lost in the wonders of a different universe.
And basking in this respite from the anarchy of our reality, I think; somewhere out there, in trembling hands, must lie the book of our existence, ready to save them from the anarchy of theirs.

'Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated in New Delhi at twenty minutes past five this afternoon. His assassin was a Hindu.'
-Radio announcement after Gandhiji's death.

[Freedon at Midnight]

'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.'
-Rhett Butler

[Gone With the Wind]

"Mother! Watch me take this one!"
-Bonnie

[Gone With the Wind]

Now he disliked talking business with her as much as he had enjoyed it before they were married. Then he had thought it all beyond her mental grasp and it had been pleasant to explain things to her. Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.

[Gone With the Wind]