English People Don't Have Very Good Diction.

Scarlett, From The Ashes Of The War-ravaged Land At Tara, Remembering What She Was Taught By Her Father In Happier Times: "as God Is My Witness, As God Is My Witness, They're Not Going To Lick Me! I'm Going To Live Through This, And When It's All Over, I'll Never Be Hungry Again - No, Nor Any Of My Folks! If I Have To Lie, Steal, Cheat, Or Kill! As God Is My Witness, I'll Never Be Hungry Again."

But I Remember The Morning After The Mask Of Virtue-which Is The First Play I Did At The West End-that Some Critics Saw Fit To Be As Foolish As To Say That I Was A Great Actress. And I Thought, That Was A Foolish, Wicked Thing To Say, Because It Put Such An Onus And Such A Responsibility Onto Me, Which I Simply Wasn't Able To Carry. And It Took Me Years To Learn Enough To Live Up To What They Said-for Those First Notices. I Find It So Stupid. I Remember The Critic Very Well, And Have Never Forgiven Him.

I Am Going To Be A Great Actress.

I Have Just Made Out My Will And Given All The Things I Have And Many That I Haven't.

I Realize That The Memories I Cherish Most Are Not The First Night Successes, But Of Simple, Everyday Things: Walking Through Our Garden In The Country After Rain; Sitting Outside A Cafe In Provence, Drinking The Vin De Pays; Staying At A Little Hotel In An English Market Town With Larry, In The Early Days After Our Marriage, When He Was Serving In The Fleet Air Arm, And I Was Touring Scotland, So That We Had To Make Long Treks To Spend Weekends Together.