If she would rather break your heart than his, then she didn’t love you.
Well in response, I guess I was thinking too far ahead. All the plans and intentions mean nothing now, and instead of working in the present, I was imagining a blissful relationship future. We judge people by their actions not their intentions, and I failed to act on those intentions.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?
There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.
"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.