“Am I still a thief if I put it all back and no one ever knows?”
“All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way..”
“Here are more lines from The Great Gatsby. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. I like to remember when I was one of them, or to pretend that I am one of them still, sensing that restless man at my back and half turning, no, turning all the way, open-armed, saying, Pick me, pick me.”
“If I ever become a thief, Nash will be the first thing I steal.”
“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”