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)

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