You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLet us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLong afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons.
F. Scott Fitzgerald