Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [. . … - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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There is no reason why an atheist could not write a good Mass.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [. . . ] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

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I used to build dreams about you.

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There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

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Memory is a wonderfully useful tool, and without it judgement does its work with difficulty; it is entirely lacking in me. . . . Now,the more I distrust my memory, the more confused it becomes. It serves me better by chance encounter; I have to solicit it nonchalantly. For if I press it, it is stunned; and once it has begun to totter, the more I probe it, the more it gets mixed up and embarrassed. It serves me at its own time, not at mine.

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