It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with gray-turning, gold-turning light. The Shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLittle Montenegro! He lifted up the words and nodded at them-with his smile. The smile comprehended Montenegroโs troubled history and sympathized with the brave struggles of the Montenegrin people. It appreciated fully the chain of national circumstances, which had elicited this tribute from Montenegroโs warm little heart. My incredulity was submerged in fascination now; it was like skimming hastily through a dozen magazines.
F. Scott Fitzgerald