I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
The car was obligingly drawn up at a curb, and Amory ran for the boardwalk. First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared—really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.
In her less important moments she returned to America, met Stephen Blaine and married him.
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This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Fay Wray, King Kong. Pre-Code as hell.
any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man
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Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
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I’ll probably die in my house. Wedged behind the bathroom door, inaccessible to the paramedics. Well, what can ya do?