This Side of Paradise
"...the sky was a colorless vault, cool, high and barren of the threat of rain. It was a gray day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far hopes and clear visions. It was a day easily associated with those abstract truths and purities that dissolve in the sunshine or fade out in the mocking laughter by the light of the moon"
"Q- Are you corrupt?
A- I think so. I'm not sure. I'm not sure about good and evil at all anymore.
Q- Is that a bad sign in itself?
A- Not neccessarily.
Q- What would be the test of corruption?
A- Becoming really insecure--calling myself 'not such a bad fellow', thinking I regretted my lost youth when I only envy the delights of losing it. Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again. The matron doesn't want to repeat her girlhood--she wants to repeat her honeymoon. I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."
"Q- Where are you drifting?"