A Gatsby Summer
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in…
"You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, I'll rise."
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering... these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for."