I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember

... Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself....

Tender is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.

... Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be – tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwhales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day; she listened for every sound, gave sudden starts, was surprised when nothing happened; and then, sadder with each succeeding sunset, she longed for tomorrow.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.



Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

Wow, it's cold

Elvis sees London ...

OMG

There's where my assless chap when!

The Aristocrats

I did not know this