He looked at her the way all women wanted to be looked at by a man.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via floricawild)
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via 700seas)
Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will.
— William S Burroughs (via exiled-on-main-street)
