Prose talent depends on having something to say and an interesting, highly developed way of saying it.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.
F. Scott Fitzgerald