Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

So they were desperately in love and being desperately in love involves a desperate existence.

I want leisure to read—an immense amount.

He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.