Art is meaningless in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?
A bad driving and not even trying!
Gradually he realized that he was really walking up University Place, self-conscious about his suitcase, developing a new tendency to glare straight ahead when he passed any one.
Is kissing you generally considered a joyful affair?