How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.

I want to be a society vampire, you see.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby.

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

A new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken...