Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I simply state that I'm a product of a versatile mind in a restless generation-with every reason to throw my mind and pen in with the radicals. Even if, deep in my heart, I thought we were all blind atoms in a world as limited as a stroke of a pendulum, I and my sort would struggle against tradition; try, at least, to displace old cants with new ones. I've thought I was right about life at various times, but faith is difficult. One thing I know. If living isn't seeking for the grail it may be a damned amusing game.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.