Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWhen people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey were still in the happier stage 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. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.
F. Scott Fitzgerald