he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped form him - as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

He kissed her because it came about quite naturally; he found sweetness sleeping still upon her lips, and felt that he had never been away.