But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.
F. Scott FitzgeraldNo amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLittle Montenegro! He lifted up the words and nodded at them-with his smile. The smile comprehended Montenegroโs troubled history and sympathized with the brave struggles of the Montenegrin people. It appreciated fully the chain of national circumstances, which had elicited this tribute from Montenegroโs warm little heart. My incredulity was submerged in fascination now; it was like skimming hastily through a dozen magazines.
F. Scott Fitzgerald