Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.
F. Scott Fitzgerald