He 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 FitzgeraldGirls like you are responsible for all the tiresome colorless marriages; all those ghastly inefficiencies that pass as feminine qualities. What a blow it must be when a man with imagination marries the beautiful bundle of clothes that he's been building ideals around, and finds that she's just a weak, whining, cowardly mass of affectations!
F. Scott FitzgeraldSheโs got an indiscreet voice,โ I remarked. โItโs full of-โ I hesitated. โHer voice is full of money,โ he said suddenly. That was it. Iโd never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbalsโ song of it.
F. Scott Fitzgerald