he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIntermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldhe found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
F. Scott Fitzgerald