The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYour first most typical figure in any new place turns out to be a bluff or a local nuisance.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.
F. Scott Fitzgerald