Tired Of All Her Efforts At Tara,

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.

Having Lost Rhett, She Can Always Return To The Land - To Tara, To Soak Up Its Strength. . . . Tara! . . . Home. I'll Go Home, And I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back! After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day!

I Cannot Let Well Enough Alone. I Get Restless. I Have To Be Doing Different Things. I Am A Very Impatient Person And Headstrong. If I've Made Up My Mind To Do Something, I Can't Be Persuaded Out Of It.

Every Single Night I'm Nervous. You Never Know How The Audience Is Going To React.

I Cannot Let Well Enough Alone. I Get Restless. I Have To Be Doing Different Things.