I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition.
F. Scott Fitzgerald...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.
F. Scott Fitzgerald