She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldi'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires
F. Scott FitzgeraldSuddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI have asked a lot of my emotions-one hundred and twenty stories. The price was high, right up with Kipling, because there was one little drop of something, not blood, not a tear, not my seed, but me more intimately than these, in every story, it was the extra I had. Now it has gone and I am just like you now.
F. Scott Fitzgerald