Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby
In all my experience along the dirtiest ways of this dirty little world, I have never met with such a thing as a trifle yet.
Wilkie Collins The Moonstone
RIP Hickstead- one of a kind. You will be missed. :(
Kindness gives birth to kindness.
R.I.P. My handsome, handsome Rupert. Thanks for every wonderful moment.
R.I.P. My handsome, handsome boy. Thanks for every wonderful moment.