It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWant any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?" I didn't answer. Nick?" he asked again. What?" Want any?" No... I just remembered that today's my birthday." I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSo he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald