I want to just be lazy and I want some of the people around me to be doing things, because that makes me feel comfortable and safe - and I want some … - F. Scott Fitzgerald

She is the most charming person in the world. That’s all. I refuse to amplify. Excepting- she’s perfect.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.

It takes a genius to whine appealingly.