France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter - it was the graves at Shil… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?

taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor. They floated out like drifting moths under the rich hazy light, and as the fantastic symphony wept and exulted and wavered and despaired, Ardita's last sense of reality dropped away, and she abandonded her imagination to the dreamy summer scents of tropial flowers and the infinite starry spaces overhead, feeling that if she opened her eyes it would be to find herself dancing with a ghost in a land created by her own fantasy.

I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.