"i'm in a muddle about a lot of things — i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read" "read what?" "everything. i have to pick an… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.

I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. — The Sensible Thing