The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the unclear voices of children, already gathered like crikets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight.
F. Scott FitzgeraldTired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the worldโs weight he had never chosen to bear.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIโve heard it said that Daisyโs murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.
F. Scott Fitzgerald