They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey were still in the happier stages 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.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAnd so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
F. Scott Fitzgerald