The Chevalier was made utterly miserable for twenty years by a series of women who hated him, used him, bored him, aggravated him, sickened him, spent his money, made a fool of him— in brief, as the world has it, loved him.
from The Beautiful and the Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’m going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
All I’d ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below