All Autobiography Is Self-indulgent.

The Road To Manderley Lay Ahead. There Was No Moon. The Sky Above Our Heads Was Inky Black. But The Sky On The Horizon Was Not Dark At All. It Was Shot With Crimson, Like A Splash Of Blood. And The Ashes Blew Towards Us With The Salt Wind From The Sea.

What About The Hero Of The House On The Strand? What Did It Mean When He Dropped The Telephone At The End Of The Book? I Don't Really Know, But I Rather Think He Was Going To Be Paralysed For Life. Don't You?

All Whispers And Echoes From A Past That Is Gone Teem Into The Sleeper's Brain, And He Is With Them, And Part Of Them.

I Thought Of All Those Heroines Of Fiction Who Looked Pretty When They Cried, And What A Contrast I Must Make With A Blotched And Swollen Face, And Red Rims To My Eyes.

There Was Never An Accident.rebecca Was Not Drowned At All. I Killed Her.i Shot Rebecca In The Cottage In The Cove.i Carried Her Body To The Cabin, And Took The Boat Out That Night And Sunk It There, Where They Found It Today.it's Rebecca Who's Lying Dead There On The Cabin Floor.will You Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me That You Love Me Now?