If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
God, I wish you could have been there.
John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.
Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it's a game, all right - I'll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's a game about it? Nothing. No game.
I don't even know what I was running forโI guess I just felt like it.
Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some wayโI can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.