Jason Hoag, Poet: I'm under orders to make you laugh. In Mrs. Romari's mind, poetry and humor has some strange affinity, which they don't have in fact. She wants me to play the fool for you but... suddenly Miss Gibson, I feel as sad as you do.
Mary Gibson: Well, then, I've spoiled your dinner. Your food won't digest and your wine will sour.

Gregory Ward: I love your sister, Mary. I love her very much. It's easy to understand now isn't it? A man would look for her anywhere Mary. There's something... exciting and unforgettable about Jacqueline. Something you never... quite get hold of. Something that keeps a man following after her.
Mary Gibson: Because I loved Jacqueline I thought I knew her. Today I found out such strange things, frightening things. I saw a hangman's noose that Jacqueline had hanging... waiting.
Gregory Ward: Well, at least I can explain about that. Your sister had a feeling about life; that it wasn't worth living unless one could end it. I helped her get that rope.

Gregory Ward: No, that room made her happy in some strange way I couldn't understand. She lived in a world of her own fancy. She didn't always tell the truth. In fact, I'm afraid she didn't know what the truth was.

Mary Gibson: He was a kind little man in his way. I made him go down that hall into the darkness. I made him do it.

Mary Gibson: I feel like an idiot fainting in a stranger's office.

Frances Fallon: Your sister had many friends, but they weren't my friends. I was only the manager of her plant.