There are no second acts in American lives.
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
You can stroke people with words.
We havenโt met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.