The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldthe intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThen he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
F. Scott Fitzgerald