All that kept her from breaking was that it was not an image of strength that was leaving her; she would be just as strong without him. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

You will admit that if it was not life it was magnificent.

We’ll meet you on some corner. I’ll be the man smoking two cigarettes.

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.