I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite.

— Margaret Mitchell

If Gone With the Wind has a theme it is that of survival. What makes some people come through catastrophes and others, apparently just as able, strong, and brave, go under? It happens in every upheaval. Some people survive; others don't. What qualities are in those who fight their way through triumphantly that are lacking in those that go under? I only know that survivors used to call that quality 'gumption.' So I wrote about people who had gumption and people who didn't.

— Margaret Mitchell

If I said I was madly in love with you, you'd know I was lying.

— Margaret Mitchell

I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

— Margaret Mitchell

In a weak moment, I have written a book.

— Margaret Mitchell

In fact, the mothers of all her girlfriends impressed on their daughters the necessity of being helpless, clinging, doe-eyed creatures. Really, it took a lot of sense to cultivate and hold such a pose.

— Margaret Mitchell

I stood there in the doorway before you saw me and I watched you,' he said.' And I watched the other girls. And they all looked as though their faces came out of one mold. Yours didn’t.

— Margaret Mitchell

I told you once before that there were two times for making big money, one in the up-building of a country and the other in its destruction. Slow money on the up-building, fast money in the crack-up. Remember my words. Perhaps they may be of use to you some day. (Rhett Butler)

— Margaret Mitchell

It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.

— Margaret Mitchell

It was better to know the worst than to wonder.

— Margaret Mitchell