I want it to smell of magnolias instead of peanuts and I want my shoes to crunch on the same gravel that Lee's boots crunched on. There's no beauty w… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses — bound for dust — mortal —

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.

Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged — the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.