Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFor a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
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.
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