There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

I'm just not the same. Half of me is out there looking for you and the other half is wishing i didn't have to." I don't want to live - I want to love first, And live incidentally. Don't-don't ever think of the things you can't give me-You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all-and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had.

We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.

Mr. Fitzgerald-I believe that is how he spells his name-seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.