The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
Men donโt often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.
I don't much care where I am anymore, nor expect very much from places.
The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.
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.