Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost — something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, he… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

You're a rotten driver,' I protested. 'Either you ought to be more careful or you oughtn't to drive at all.'

'I am careful.'

'No, you're not.'

'Well, other people are,' she said lightly.

'What's that got to do with it?'

'They'll keep out of my way,' she insisted. 'It takes two to make an accident.'

'Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.'

'I hope I never will,' she answered. 'I hate careless people. That's why I like you.'

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her.

"Is kissing you generally considered a joyful affair?" -

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.