Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFrom the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald