I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes-there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon a golf course on clean, crisp, mornings.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.
F. Scott Fitzgerald