Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIf you spend your life sparing peopleโs feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you canโt distinguish what should be respected in them.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.
F. Scott Fitzgerald