“Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in?”

“Dear Scarlett! You aren't helpless. Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless. God help the Yankees if they should get you." -Rhett Butler”

“Was Tara still standing? Or was Tara also gone with the wind which had swept through Georgia?”

“[Yankees] are pretty much like southerners except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents.”

“What is there to see in Europe? I'll bet those foreigners can't show us a thing we haven't got right here in Georgia.”

“But how nice it would be to know that some good Yankee woman - And there must be SOME good Yankee women. I don’t care what people say, they can’t all be bad! How nice it would be to know that they pulled weeds off our men’s graves and brought flowers to them, even if they were enemies. If Charlie were dead in the North it would comfort me to know that someone - And I don’t care what you ladies think of me,” her voice broke again, “I will withdraw from both clubs and I’ll — I’ll pull up every weed off every Yankee’s grave I can find and I’ll plant flowers, too — and — I just dare anyone to stop me!”

“She [Melanie] is the only dream I ever had that lived and breathed and did not die in the face of reality.”