I really don't know why Scarlett has such appeal. When I began writing the sequel, I had a lot of trouble because Scarlett is not my kind of person. She's virtually illiterate, has no taste, never learns from her mistakes. Alexandra Ripley More Quotes by Alexandra Ripley More Quotes From Alexandra Ripley Should-haves solve nothing. It's the next thing to happen that needs thinking about. Alexandra Ripley next needs thinking One of the injustices of the world was that it was so easy to make the innocent and caring ones happy with so little. Alexandra Ripley caring littles world Books have become products, like cereal or perfume or deodorant. Alexandra Ripley deodorant cereal book 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. Alexandra Ripley maybe-tomorrow yesterday past 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 Alexandra Ripley fighting mother blood And if things always stayed the same, Scarlett, what would be the reason for bothering to draw breath? Alexandra Ripley would-be bother reason 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. Alexandra Ripley home long people If only' repeated again and again in her head like a battering ram...'if only' could break your heart. Alexandra Ripley rams break heart It's the centuries, Scarlett darling. All the life lived there, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the feasts and battles, they're in the air around and the land beneath you. It's time, years beyond our counting weighing without weight on the earth. You cannot see it or smell it or hear it or touch it, but you feel it brushing your skin and speaking without sound. Time. And mystery. Alexandra Ripley land air years
