His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldnโt be over-dreamed โthat voice was a deathless song.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIf you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.
F. Scott Fitzgerald