It was about then 1920 that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget 'She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.'
It was about then 1920 that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget 'She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.'
The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.
Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
Egyptian Proverb The worst things To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pinprick, but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry 'Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you'
Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I'll tell you a story.
The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.
... and thus we beat on, boats against the current ... born back ceaselessly into the past ...
Her voice is full of money.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
If you're strong enough, there are no precedents.
Writers aren't exactly people ... they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.
Thirtythe promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
Almost everybody can be imagined as either a cat or a dog.
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