Like A Diamond In The Sky
“Under the stars,” she repeated. “I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to someone. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.”
“It was a dream,” said John quietly.
“Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”
“How pleasant then to be insane!”
—“The Diamond as Big as the Ritz” A Short Story By F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)