Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!

Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.