“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.” [Jake:] “Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bull-fighters…” “Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.” Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. “Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” From The Sun Also Rises by Earnest Hemingway