His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldnโt be over-dreamed โthat voice was a deathless song.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSometimes I think that idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with them - their only contribution to the human family is to warm a seat at the common table.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.
F. Scott Fitzgerald