You Remind Me Of A Smoked Cigarette.

Gatsby Turned Out All Right At The End; It Is What Preyed On Gatsby, What Foul Dust Floated In The Wake Of His Dreams That Temporarily Closed Out My Interest In The Abortive Sorrows And Short-winded Elations Of Men.

Character Is Plot, Plot Is Character.

The Worst Thing In The World Is To Try To Sleep And Not To.

We Must Leave This Terrifying Place To-morrow And Go Searching For Sunshine.

It Is Not Life That's Complicated, It's The Struggle To Guide And Control Life.