interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end
F. Scott FitzgeraldLook at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThen it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.
F. Scott Fitzgerald