• lit F. Scott Fitzgerald this side of paradise larmoyante •
‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and third.’

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I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and third.’
Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.
She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness.
her philosophy is carpe diem for herself, and laissez-faire for others.
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic pers...
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
I’m yours — you know it.
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
I want to tell you about your heart—you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.