At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner -- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldi'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself
F. Scott FitzgeraldSuddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald