Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
Vladimir Nabokov (via explodables)

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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)

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